Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

The Taggerung placed the items down where she had instructed him to and breathed a soft sigh. It had been nice to help another member of the pack, one who was softer in tone than the one-eyed leader. The time that he had spent with Arielle had been thoroughly enjoyable. If he could have helped it, he would have liked to stay there a while longer – there was a desire to get to know more of the she-wolf.

Well, I do think I could come up with something on the spot, yes, he admitted thoughtfully. The Taggerung cast her a crinkled grin and laughed. I would want it to be a good one, though, especially when you’re the one who’s given me the inspiration.

Bouncing back and forth upon his paws, the Taggerung hummed softly until he felt he had enough to share a story. Alright, let’s give it a try then. You’ll let me know if it’s dreadful, yes?