Bonesplinter Ravine ScoobyNatural

When it came down to stories the male was captured and captivated, drifting away from the borders of reality if only for a moment or two. He was completely unaware of his surroundings, not even when a snack-a-rat passed by. Letting the opportunity slip by for a bite, he lifted an eyebrow when he drifted back to reality. "Oh..ooohwww. Hope it tasted gooooood." Truthfully his mouth filled with water for a second, his stumach grumbled and protested; however he was glad she enjoyed it. If his stumach had eyes, they might have kicked and punched to stir him back to reality earlier on.

"I'll plan it for next week then, to get the horn of plenty MUCH MORE." He stated overly proud while refusing to use the difficult c-word with the same meaning. In fact, stubbornly he added. "This week I'll be busy slaying two dragons, stealing a treasure andddd learning how to fly." Ah, if only that was true; if only wolves could be superheroes, no? "So - where do I start on this horn of eating-until-I-am-stuffed quest?"

However when she wanted to know who he was and what his story was, he bit his lip uncertain while a tsunami of black-outs washed over him. His story? It had just started, right here, right now. He didn't know much of his past; it hurt him a lot although sometimes he had flashes and shards of what might be a part of his history. Most of the times he could laugh and joke it away. "I'm Epic, what is your story and name?" He said, hoping to divert attention and stories back to her. "I-I'm afraid I don't remember much of my past."