Neverwinter Forest birthday brownies

Amsu? Is that how he was remembered by Cyclone? A playful grin appeared on his facial features as he bobbed his head, then replied honestly. "No, no that was the storytelling dude! I'm Epic, the party pooper who left." And as for his adventures, visiting a desert was still on his bucket list though it was difficult to say if he would ever find one for real. "I at least found some beaches. The sands kept stuck between my paws for weeks." 

For a moment he wondered what had become of the desert-loving and story-filled Amsu. His eyes only lit up for seconds as he thought about stories before turning his focus back to Cyclone. "You've been busy. Your scent is all over the place. Is this yours?" Epic pointed with his nose at the territory before -- another, penetrating scent reached his senses. "Hmm, we're definitely not alone." And speaking of puns; Epic didn't want himself or Cyclone to be part of any desserts (the one you eat after your main course.)