Moonspear Sweet child o' mine

Rannoch chuckled at Wraen's comment, unable to hide his amusement at the mental imagery she created. "I can't be too sure, actually," he admitted with a look of mirth. "After all, my Momma always said I was a big boy." Perhaps he had been as big and beautiful as his packmate had envisioned. 

"An unspecified root?" Rannoch echoed with interest, a brow raising in tandem with the words that he spoke. Taking a step towards her, Rannoch asked with a cant of his skull, "What were you?"