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The pale stranger turned the questions around onto him, and while most wolves wouldn't have bothered to answer when their own had not recieved such dignity.. Speckletooth loved to tell a good story. Well, I didn't have nothin' to do with it. My uncle had this goat he would watch up on the mountain, it had real big horns and he said it could beat all the other goats in them goat fights. He began, his tail absent-mindedly thumping into his scarred friend. But my pa' said that the swamp needed it more. My uncle said to me 'Speckletooth! Tell your pa' not to take my goat!' But pa' never listens to me, so he gave the goat to the swamp. He finished his story with a firm nod and a 'mmhm.'

Freezing for a short moment, he then turned his head to look at his dark-furred friend. What were we talkin' about? Cambria's questions had swiftly side-tracked him, leaving Speckletooth struggling to recall why they had come over here in the first place. Did someone take his goat?