Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

Finbar couldn't quite believe what Wraen was telling him- he understood how it related to real life, in terms of successors and kings, but the whole giants piling muntains and there being gods that could throw lightning bolts was well beyond anything he'd ever heard or imagined. Such stories wouldn't have been entertained in the pack he'd lived with before- he would have been laughed at and told to clam up, as he was whenever he sung or tried to exaggerate a scenario just for the sake of entertainment. The preferred form of entertainment had been, of course, sparring or teasing Fluke- and naturally, he hadn't enjoyed either of those. 

"So lemme get this straight," He said. "There's some dude in the sky who can throw lightning bolts?" He asked, but his tone wasn't skeptical- he was genuinely curious. "Girl, you've gotta catch me up on a bunch of your story stuff," He said, and  nearly tripped over his own feet. They were beginning to near the river's edge, and the snow was thickening. "You mom taught you all this stuff?" He asked, recalling that she'd referenced such.