Moonspear Child of Dust

Even a donkey wasn't well within his vocabulary, and he swiftly went through his mental catalogues--had his mother mentioned one before? Father.. hadn't, right? Although maybe.. Jarilo--he was a naturalist, he probably knew what a donkey was but he didn't recall? Antares wasn't pinging anything on that rapid-fire skim he made of it, so his ears were appropriately splayed, though expression keen for the answer.

The description gave him something else to chew on, piecing together a massive creature, head held low beneath the weight of its giant, gnarled adornments and ohhhh he realized what this was starting to look like. I see, he said, as the final confirmation came. I have never heard them called that, he smirked, beneath a small snicker. Then he stopped to take a quick little pee of his own, being stingy enough to save some for later, in case of major need of course. Who else calls them swamp donkeys? Though.. I cannot say I have a lot to do with swamps from up here. Usually it's not my stomping grounds, he said. Did you get to hunt them often with the Firebirds? he asked, gauging for experience on the matter there.