King Elk Forest a journey (a dream of flight)

His deep rumble filled the air as he laughed wholeheartedly, That was a question he had never been asked, not once since he changed his named to Vein. He chose to leave his birth name behind with his birthplace, he couldn’t say birth-pack for they did not exist anymore.  “Vein is the name I choose to call myself, and to get a frog all you have to do is tell me yours”

The overlarge white brute reached down and snapped the neck of one of the frogs then tossed it toward his new acquaintance without waiting for the name. He’d not press even if the other ate the frog and ran, intact he half expected it

Vein kept his posture friendly, even swayed his relaxed tail a few times. He watched the male with amusement still hinting in his sun golden eyes