Blackfoot Forest Here I am, I've come so far.

As a cub, Venamis had dedicated much of his time toward such trickery. He would taunt any wolf who'd present such an opportunity for him: parents, siblings, pack-mates, strangers. How long had it been, since last he tormented a victim?

Too long.

The young Melonii watched quietly as the rogue's rugged ears splayed backward, a silent apology in the glint of his singular eye. He didn't like being this guy's target, but he could appreciate the desire to take hold of such opportunities. Curious, but still somewhat anxious, Venamis reached forward with a tentative step to test his boundaries. "Who took your eye?" Venamis asked, thinking back on a similar question he'd asked of Maegi when first their paths had crossed.