Redhawk Caldera I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Mikael grinned at the expressions crossing El- Twig's face and let a low laugh bubble out of him. "Let's hope you stay twigging then, Mr. Twig. And I believe perhaps I have been fooled here. Is Finley our resident trickster?" He grinned at the possible meanings for 'twigging' the small peppered wolf suggested at and nodded mockingly, in a sage-like manner. "Yes, for there are many meanings for 'twigging' in the ancient tongues of the wolf."

He attempted to keep a straight face and couldn't hold it in any longer, a smirk creeping across the edge of his muzzle and grew into a full blown grin. "So, wait. I have a doppelgänger? Cool, I've always wanted one of them. Is he anything like me? As verbose or is he the opposite?"