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

Blue bowed her head in slight shyness, Thank you I wish you could have heard my father tell a story. Now then it was an art. Her father could tell a story far better than she ever could. That was one thing she would miss badly, was her father's stories.

Blue nodded As are most of mine, simply stories that are passed down for generations. Now Osprey, Peregrine's sister she can make up stories like nobody's business. She smiled proud of her friend, she wished she could do that, perhaps she could if she really tried, but her friend was far better at it than she was.