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

He can tell the other is ecstatic to tell said story and somehow, Kynareth believes it will be absolutely amazing. Just the way this man is shaking with energy and the way joyous fire dances in his eyes. He knows it’s going to be good. So he remains planted in his spot as the other begins. 

Once, long before wolves of our kind walked these lands, there were great towering creatures of unspeakable power,

Even the beginning is enthralling and Kyn can’t help the way his lips curve skyward at the others voice. He has to admit, its making his body stiff with anticipation already. Still, he says nothing as his eyes settle on the others own in a selfless display that he’s caught the brindled man’s attentions.

Kojall of the mountains, Enokhe of the oceans, Aellar of the skies, and Ipnos of the forests. These wolves were larger than any wolf ever known, taller than the trees, stronger than stone, wiser than any who had come before,

At this, Kyn’s brows shift up and his eyes glimmer with intrigue. Where could this be going? He wonder internally. Though he’s moved from his thoughts as the other takes a soft pause, seemingly gauging Kyn’s own reactions — which are nothing but pleasant in the wake of his grand story telling. He dips his head forward as if to show that he’s listening even further than he was before, a silent tell to continue with those interesting story of old, mythical lands.