Arrow Lake Eel in the Water and She-Wolf I'll Be

Sons, snorted Talos. I were t'only girl, and therefore the bestest and most importantest of the lot, as her tone would surely make clear if her self-important body language wasn't already screaming it loud enough. An' the biggest, so there! E'en tho' I wa' born las'. Yeah, take that, you stinky brothers who weren't even here to defend yourselves. Maybe they could feel their obvious inferiority remotely somehow.

Talos caught her breath and smooshed in closer to Wraen, hanging on her every word. The tales this wolf was spinning were golden. Why hadn't Talos had the luck to grow up with bitches this attentive and awesome and properly awed by her greatest-of-all-pups self, anyhow? Life was so unfair that way. It was a good thing, a very good thing, that Talos had taken it into her head to go out questing on her own, or else she might never have found this most wonderful and intelligent of bards. Or—horrors!—might not have ever figured out or had it confirmed that she was indeed the Chosen One of pupdom. Oh yes: it was good to be the best. Even if her own family and pack had never seemed to appreciate just how destined for greatness she truly obviously was. (If Talos's head inflated any bigger, in the meantime, it might just explode.)

She hung on every word Wraen spoke, right up until assistance with this founding legend business was offered. Talos couldn't suppress a gasp of eager glee. Tha'd be awesome! Her paws couldn't contain themselves either, picking themselves up off the bank and dancing about in delight. Yah of course they need tha'! When can w'start?! It seemed pretty clear that any response beyond right this instant here and now was not going to be satisfactory.