Porcupine Ridge catcalls and mercy blows

Reyson listened to the boys name. It seemed foreign, though it made sense seeing that his father was who he was. The youngling's tail wagged and Reyson couldn't quite stop the small smile.

Years of practice were how he could move so easily and so well. He hoped to share that with someone someday. Show someone how to be like him, but better and perhaps a bit more personable.

Reyson's lips twitched in amusement. Practice. Small creatures like that often make homes around rocks and small tunnelways, through tree roots. They are always a quick meal in a pinch. YOu just have to learn to sniff them out is all. Once they are routed, Just a stomp or two when you're big like me. Eat up. Anselm.