Haunted Wood Strange circle

Man, the kid had questions about the things he’d said. It checked out, given that he was speaking to a younger figure, and they had wandered much too close to Blueberry’s home. When the pale wolf repeated a few of Pyramus’ words back to him, he nodded his head softly in return.

Yes, yes, our parents are a bit of a mixture. A different mixture – we aren’t – well, we aren’t siblings. But we had the same sort of upbringing, see.

Pyramus chuckled softly when Thisbe shouldered his ribs. He drew his chin upward and shared a pleasant grin with Blueberry, hoping that his babbling hadn’t dissuaded the younger wolf from speaking. We’re only a bit odd, but not much. The halfling could almost feel Thisbe’s eyes rolling on him. There was an exasperated sigh from her nose that tickled the hairs of his ear.

Y’hear that, This? We look just fine.

Say, Blueberry, is your pack a family-only pack or does it accept travelers?