Moonspear damn it tears me up

osprey would've been proud to hear such a statement-- but quite disappointed in his story itself. she would've given him one of those 'oh! honey that's great...!' type of responses and moved on to maybe critique everything he did wrong. but, regardless, it was kind of nice to hear her say that. "yeah?" he asked with a prick of his ears, a toothy grin giving away his play-it-cool-man attitude on being complimented. "maybe i'll tell you more later," he added vaguely.

her next question he answered with a shrug. "traveling here sarah and i fought against a stranger who tried to steal our doe-- he clipped my shoulder pretty bad and got away with a leg but we made it," he shared, still sounding unimpressed. it wasn't all that crazy or exciting like his dad's battles had been, but he did turn to show her a freshly healed scar along his shoulder. he had to shift it so that she could see it through his thick, dark fur, but it was there-- and pretty nasty at the time. "what about you?" he asked in return.