Lost Creek Hollow deep within the most sacred grove

how human of him-- wolf of him?-- how completely relatable. terance grinned as the man mentioned he was not so good at speaking of himself, easily remembering how hard he himself found talking about himself. terance would also never ask about his hopes and dreams-- angsty as it was, terance had few of those nowadays. aspirations were simply not in the forefront of the hollow's leadership.

instead, he asked. "could we start with your name?" he asked, lightheartedly, "and i suppose intentions would be a good thing to hear."