Nocturne Summit Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing

'... darling...'

Hot burned the cheeks of the golden bard. The Taggerung did not show the way he was touched by this friendly addressing. The large male was something of a charmer, it appeared. This was rather strange for a wolf of his size and muscular definition. 

Aha! Thank you, sir, for I am rather fond of it myself, he responded jovially in reference to his name. The wide spread of his grin softened only just so that he could eye Kynareth Deagon closer. 

Once the brindled behemoth took interest in the Taggerung's role as a bard, the slender traveller came alive again. 

Allow me, if you will, to tell the story of Kojall the Mountain, he began swiftly, as if the story had been waiting on the edge of his lips. He paused for only a moment to allow Kynareth to make himself comfortable.