Two Rivers Isle Epic Meal Time

The black-painted veteran refused his gift, his meal; so now his golden eyes looked at the fish as if they were treasures he ought to horde, like diamons and gold. There was truth in that thought, however instead of presenting any currency it was ..food. Food was the vein of life. For now, though he was stuffed. Quickly he considered his options and knew that a cache was the best choice of heart, especially since Cry began to explain that he had responsibilities, a home to set up and a family to make. "If you need any.." Epic offered. "Then know they will be buried here in a cache. It'll be our secret!"

When Cry revealed even more tidbits about himself, the young male nodded. "It's a good thing we're not mates then!" Epic said, though there was no romantic connection or meaning to those words. It was more a jest; "I mean, my name is Epic and we'd be EPIC CRY." One ear flickered forward when the male wondered; "Was Cry the name your parents gave you? If not, what's the story behind your name?"

Kindness was even stretched a bit further when Epic heard about this newly set-up pack and the idea of a home. "You're too kind. What can you tell me about the pack you want to set up?" So many questions, Epic, stop it! Time to switch the talk-time and tell a reveal a little about himself; though there isn't much to him, or is there? "I have been a lone for as long as I can remember. Actually, I don't remember much of my paste. I just kind of one day woke up while my head hurt like heck. Then I named myself Epic. I-I don't know I might have an entirely different name. But my story is probably kind of silly, no?" He sighed softly, not liking a tidbit about his past; especially since he simply couldn't ...remember.