Cedar Sweep That’s the way everyday goes

He saunters over to a miscellaneous tree trunk and leans against it. Still listening to her story, his golden orbs never leave her own. She sits, her fox-like tail wrapping protectively around her and he cocks his head curiously at her.

Then this beautiful, young wolf asks an odd question. Was his name known? Well, yes but it depends on where she came from. So his brows furrow but not with malicious intent and his smile grows, his face is contemplative. 


“That depends.” He begins vaguely. “That depends on where you’re from. I am known in these lands now. I am well known in my old home too.” He narrows his eyes almost comically at her. “You think you know me, darling?”