Honeyed Pasture Rascal Hog

Rodyn had been born in a deep dark forest. He was an autumn wolf. He bore it in his soul on his fur. He had passed it to his son.

He had gone to the sea, but there had been forest at his back. Rivers and woods next to ocean and sand. It was so that he could have what he wanted and Samani what she wanted.

A soft nod. I know. It's a beautiful place.

Her next words and he held up a paw. You can be as bold as you want. I don't mind. Honesty is best I think. And it doesn't do well to hold unspoken things deep down. It hurts. So be bold Callyope. No judgements here.

Rodyn was an honest beast. He always had been. So boldness did not scar him. Though he should probably amend and say polite boldness. As he thought of the little dog beast with ruined face. Her boldness was. He almost shuddered.