Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

From what he could tell, Wraen was definitely a wealth of knowledge- not just about the gods and titans and whatever else it was that lived in these legends of hers, but of nature as well. He assumed that Wraen too had gathered some of her mother's knowledge of birds and their songs, which was a pretty interesting concept to him. He liked the expression she used to describe her mother, and was beginning to realize exactly just how fascinating he found Wraen to be. She was young, but had this sort of old soul to her that made her an excellent story teller. So when the topic was flipped and the attention drawn to his story, he blushed and fumbled slightly. 

"Well, uhm," He said, and suddenly found himself slightly ashamed of his past, and of the wolves who had raised him. But he couldn't very well just go about hiding it. Still, he hoped she wouldn't be offended by the coarseness of the wolves who had brought him up- and hoped she would see that he wasn't like them at all. "I was raised by a pack of nomadic wolves...They just kind of roamed, and were kind of...Thieves." He said, shrugging one shoulder. "They'd ambush another pack just after they were tired from making a kill, raid their caches...So that was the sort of place I was raised. Never cared for it," He said, finally allowing a bit of humour into his voice. "Guys like me don't exactly like to be travelling all the time," He said, shimmying his sides just enough so that she could see how his stomach hung and jiggled. "They stole kids too; and I never really found out if I was born to them or stolen, but I guess it doesn't make much of a difference either way- I never really fit in...So I left when I was old enough," He said.