Sun Mote Copse Where it stops nobody knows

He wasn't waylaid by her tangent, and did seem to take her words to heart.  Perfect!  Now for the fun part.  Yeah!  She recalled back to her travels.  She'd formulated at least five.  One he'd saved her... well, her alter ego, Starchaser.  She'd taken the name from her mother and Charon's tales.  One she'd saved him.  A few of the others were pretty good, but which was the best?  She thought a second, then smiled.  A little of the second combined with a bit of the fourth.  Perfect!

Hawketh was the best squire in the business.  She'd needed to give him a name too, and the birds were super cool.  Plus, his eyes had kinda reminded her of a hawk's and that had stuck with her, after she left that day.  He was in training to become a full knight, but knights had become a pretty rare thing.  He and his traveling companion, the lovely bard Starchaser, She paused with a grin and winked, clarifying who that was.  set out on a journey, one to find the perfect mentor for him.  Then he could return to their pack a full blown knight, ready to defend them against the rival pack who was threatening to come attack 'n stuff.  Whoops, she was slipping conversational there.

  She cleared her throat and got back in, this time finding her groove fairly quickly. The travel was dangerous.  The forests they passed through were full of thieves and rogues of all kind, predators who'd try and lead them off and attack them.  Whenever they met someone, Starchaser would try to make friends and share stories or songs.  When that didn't work, it was Hawketh's skill that ensured they escaped with their tails intact.  Together, they made it deep into the dangerous forests.  Still, they had yet to find any wolf worthy of being a teacher.  Hawketh was beginning to wonder if maybe the rumors of the famous old knight, living out in the farthest southern woods, were lies.

Suddenly - she paused, and her voice dropped for emphasis.  there was a rustling in the brush to the right!  Starchaser froze, but Hawketh turned, ready to face whatever appeared!  It turned out to be...

It had been a while since she'd sought input on a story.  It was a habit she'd picked up from Wraen and her mother both, and it was one she kept alive however she could.  Whatever Bronco chose, she'd work it into the narrative she weaved.  If he let the pause hang too long, though, she'd fill in the blank herself.  She was never really all that disappointed when a wolf didn't want to be creative with her; not everyone could be storytellers after all!