Bramblepoint Sunblind

Several things happened within those first few offerings between the two men. Their words exchanged to create an air about them, a strange feeling that stirred in the pit of the warrior’s belly. He wondered what sort of life this wolf had led.

I do not believe he has been taken. No signs of a struggle, only signs of a young boy’s fear, Foxfur said to the other man with a small shake of his head.

The shifting of conversation brought about new information – a name. The wolf was called Khenbish, a name that meant nobody. The wolf called Khenbish then stated that the name itself was a clever trick. Foxfur smirked softly, knowingly.

A name is not what makes a man. You are plenty without what you are called. Even still, where I am from- the warrior regarded Khenbish with a steady gaze, names tell stories.