Broken Antler Fen It's all there in the gospels

Bahaha! That is glorious! He's amazing! I grew up watching him every Sunday night as Mr. Bean and LOVED it.

Damnation without relief. Jackalope released an ugly cackle, tossing his head back as he did so, and ended up sounding somewhat like a croaking raven. Fiendishly, he grinned at her. She had a good sense of humour, which was something he missed. Everything about Neverwinter Forest seemed so serious; too many wolves worrying about children, he figured. Kids always brought so much misery with them. 

He rolled his eyes almost audibly at the mention of the pack name that she gave him, and opened his mouth to make a smart remark- but she continued, and mentioned his surname, which made him pause. His gaze sharpened slightly, and his dark ears flicked forward in interest. She was no stranger to the name which was, frankly, a bit disappointing. Everywhere he went, there were Blackthorns. The problem with Blackthorns was the fact that they spawned so damn much. So when she challenged him to impress her simply because of his lineage, he snorted. "I'm the only Blackthorn you'll ever meet that doesn't- and won't- have at least three dozen children." He said with a shrug. "That should be impressive enough, if you know how Blackthorns are." He drawled.