Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

A tension seemed to settle over them, the conversation stretched thin. Étoille had never been good at this sort of thing. Under any other circumstance he would have called it a draw and moved on. But. 

Make one up, the woman ordered. He blinked. Creativity was not one of Étoille's traits. Nor was quick wit, or really, anything that might give him the ability to just make a story up. "Oh," he said, his rumbling voice flustered. "I," hm, "well." He could say no. He could say no and end this. But somehow he balked at the thought of defying her order. 

"Perhaps there was, once, before.. things were as they are now. A pack. Lead by a wolf named... Épanoui, a.. small, snowy white thing, who.. perhaps..." He frowned. How would Wolfgangliana have done this..? "Maybe she was not.. the leader. But rather.. an eccentric figure. That none listened to. She, ah, told stories, eccentric ones. Mais.. the leader did not like this. Épanoui knew the gods. She was not believed on this matter. And so.. a tragedy befell them," he concluded, looking at Maera expectantly. 

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