Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

"With a full belly," Fluke added to Wraen's statement. If he had any choice in the matter, he too would want to pass away peacefully in his sleep, when he had reached a ridiculous age and in a spot of sunlight where he was warm and comfortable and ready to just slip away. He hadn't agreed with his fellow packmates who had thought to die in battle was the best way to go- he'd instead dreamt of simply falling asleep in a patch of daisies, plump as a Thanksgiving turkey, when all of his black fur had gone grey. It hadn't gone over well with his family- but clearly he and Wraen were fairly similar. 

She referenced the giants again, which made him smile. He liked how she seemed to see the world, or how she'd take whatever parts of the world she couldn't see and make something new of it. His ears perked at the sound of the giants digging a den, and he found himself nodding along. "I'd like to think they weren't fighting at all," He said- ever the peacekeeper. "Maybe you're right- they're just making their den bigger because there're going to be puppies in the spring," He said with a soft smile. "Baby giants, up in the mountainside," He said, trying to picture it. "How big do you think a baby giant would be, compared to us? Like...Would I be baby giant-sized? Or would they be bigger? Ohhhh!" He said, and inhaled deeply, suddenly taken by a new idea that hit him by surprise. "Maybe I am a baby giant! Maybe that's where my parents stole me from! Oh wouldn't that be neat?" He asked, laughing. It'd certainly make things interesting.