Shadow Mountain Rockclimbing fiend

Ishi listened quite happily to a story that he knew (deep down) was likely to be dark and gross. The type of story spoken by someone called Fang or Shadow or The Interceptor. And sure enough, the coy did not disappoint, telling a brief tale of infant slaughter that (of course) Ishi didn't take as a tale of infant slaughter at all. He basically heard it as a ghost story. He was too light-hearted and naive to genuinely imagine that this fellow's dad had killed cute little puppies. Ew! he chuckled.

His soft white tail flickered gladly again when the coyote faced him. Whoa, that was one hell of a badass face. Where'd you get all those scars? he asked politely. Did a wolf pup scratch you up, he added with a cheeky smile.