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Slavik listened to Wraen’s tale, his eyes following her lips as she spoke. It was honestly kind of amazing that she could recall all of these tales at a moments notice. He imagined a small wolf inside her mind, bringing the thoughts to her lips like leaves in the wind. She was truly a wonder to behold, in all of her eloquent glory.

The story of Orion ended much like Hydra’s, with the hunter falling, then ascending to the stars above. Slavik thought it a nice thought, to go to the stars when he died, where he could hunt forever. That’s a good one too, you’ve got so many stories Wraen. I love it, he voiced his thoughts with a smile on his maw. He wanted to show his appreciation, for all that she’d shared.

And then she seemed to notice too how long he’d been out, and that he should return. He hummed amusedly at her comment, picturing himself frozen like a glacier. Yeah, I guess I should be getting back soon, he said with a nod, stopping to say his goodbyes. It was great meeting up with you Wraen, I’m glad you’re doing well! Next time we meet I’ll have something to share with you, he said, beginning to think up what he could possibly give her that was as precious as her stories. A rhythm maybe, or a snack?

Thank you for the thread! I love Wraen <3