Blacktail Deer Plateau I'll fight the world like ten thousand soldiers

"As I remember yours." That pack meeting was a memory he would not soon forget, for it had been one of the first times here that he truly felt like he had found his home. Besides that, her story had left quite an impression. He enjoyed watching a master work, and while she might not hold the official title yet, a master she was. "It was very well told."

"I do enjoy weaving a tale or two, but do not hold the creativity to fabricate my own. Those I tell are the ones that were shared with me in my youth." He was a large fan of passing on oral traditions, stories always having been a great love of his. He would never hold the trade of Chronicler but that did not mean he could not have a healthy appreciation of it all the same.