Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

"I don't  know," Wraen turned to face Arcturus and shrugged. "You tell me, Arthur," she teased, raising to her feet, having a quick stretch and then coming close to sniff his muzzle and the side of his face in a cordial canine greeting. 

"Maia there tells me that you are a good story-teller yourself," she referred to a recent conversation she had had with her sister. These were not her exact words, of course. She had said that "he is better than I thought", but it's not something you pass on. 

"And if that comes from her - it is a high praise," she went on. "'cause that means that you... just maybe... be found eligible for an initiation in Club Awesome. Just saying..." a mischievous grin.