Blacktail Deer Plateau Business Dog

Valtýr's skin felt hot, abashed by his lack of eloquence, as his sandy fur prickled with embarrassment. Thankfully, Saena was kind and humored his questions with more than just a little interest. The boy offered a crooked smile and shuffled closer to her like a kid at story-time, but rolled his shoulders when asked where exactly his knowledge ended and her's began.

"I dunno," he thought aloud and paused to reflect on his time at the Plateau, "Everything? Start at the beginning." Maybe he was overeager, unaware that the Plateau had the greatest longevity of all packs in Teekon. "I mean... Blue found me with Junior on the shore. What happened before I came? Has Dante always been the leader here? Were you born here? Where are your—" parents Valtýr wanted to say but stopped himself, realizing he naively teetered on a subject that might be too bold. "I mean — where else have you lived?" he corrected himself.