Deepwood Weald there's a snake in your bed

Rodyn returned the smile. He remembered that age, and he loved it. Rodyn had figured out  how much he liked and missed pups until just this moment. A sort of sad melancholy stole over him, but he tried to shake it off, happy to hear about these little ones.

He snorted and then laughed, full bodied and kind. I can imagine. I was that one. I repeated everything my dad said. One time my mom was so mad at him she made him eat a hot pepper bush, told him she'd make sure he learned not to say such things around us.

He wagged his tail, happy for her. HE bowed his head. I best leave you to your own devices. Have a wonderful evening. Then with another bow of his head. He left the area and teh kind wolf behind.