Sun Mote Copse wait a minute i'm passing out, win or lose

The story went on.

Arunik'ra had the making of a great storyteller. She poke with great gravity, and her voice seemed to tap into the very threads of history. Ragna's respect for her deepened, as it would for any who possessed the right kind of mind to weave a story. And this story was a dark one, but it resonated with the ages. Ragna found it fascinating, having never thought of hunger as a curse, but just a thing that was. And indeed, now she knew it to be true, for wasn't hunger the very thing that possessed and drove wolves? If they never needed to eat, never needed to take the time to hunt, what could they accomplish?

Finally the story came to a close. Ragna blinked, as though breaking from a trance, and smiled shyly. Thank you for the story, she said softly.