Though he had been interested in the tale Amon had hinted at, he would not be disappointed when it was denied, either. Instead he responded with a simple shrug of his wide shoulders, not wanting to dig up bad memories, and it seemed recalling the story brought him some level of distress. He merely grinned in response, oblivious to the inner workings of Amon's mind. He got no hint that there might be another reason why he was hesitant to share his story. "Ah, no worries," he replied with ease, shaking his head gently. "There's no need to dampen your mood with bad memories. Another day works." Or not at all -- either way. Though he was happy to learn about the wolves he met, he was often happy enough just enjoying their company without any added baggage. Whatever the day brought, he'd be content with.
At the question about his family, his demeanor brightened again from the temporary divergence. "Not too large of a family," he admitted somberly. "I have two sisters, and a handful of cousins. Probably quite a few more, now that I've been away from my tribe for so long. Most have similar coat colors, but I'm afraid my father and I were the only ones I ever met with these tusks." They'd never seemed strange to him, nor those he grew up with, but he had learned they were quite unique indeed. He still remembered the first time he'd seen a tusked boar, and had very briefly mistaken it for a particularly ugly, rather misshapen wolf. The memory brought laughter to his eyes. "I hoped they might pass on to any children I might have, but my son was born without them too." The brute offered another shrug, not pretending to understand how the passing of traits worked.
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