Bonesplinter Ravine ScoobyNatural

Sometimes his imagination ran too wild, it was a trait that was inherited from his childhood. His childhood, yes, that was slowly fading away as he aged into maturity. But even still, as a yearling he had a lot to grasp and learn about what it meant to turn into an adult; at the moment he was in the twilight zone, no longer a boy but not yet a man. So his eyes shimmered with enthousiasm and his heart skipped a beat when Wrean began to speak of tell tales, of adventures, of legends and myths. He loved those and he could listen to stories for many nights.

"So that horn of plenty, where can I find it?" It sounded like winning the lottery, a lone wolf's dream to feast every night when he could. Never being hungry again, thriving well without balancing on the line of having enough food or starting to death. Of course he was also interested in the Norse myths about brave warriors -- especially since he wanted to become one, maybe one day. However, he let the topic stray from a moment because his next question already popped up. What were these valkyrie creatures she spoke of?

Having just met Wraen, it was one of the few wolves he grew to like. So far he had met crazy sea wolves, wolves with ill-intentions, wolves that replied his words with a strange silence and those who didn't trust him at all. Aside from Amsu, Wrean was the only wolf who offered kindness and stories. A combination that filled his heart with glee. "Thank-you. Thank-you for being nice and full of stories." Epic said with a genuine smile, having forgotten all about the bony situation for a moment or two. A moment that was filled with appreciation.