Who Told Y'all To Go Dis Away?

Seer was fascinated to watch the man's attempts at catching fireflies. He was yet to put much thought into the activity himself, but now that he was attempting it, he was determined to succeed. Seeing the way this wolf had caught fireflies on the backs of rocks, Seer cast his eyes about him to find any such similar catches.

Marshall was still swooping in the sky above him, seeking out the pesky little insects with his quick beak. He turned his gaze back to the stranger as he spoke. He knew of others with fangs? He was intrigued, for it was such a rare trait among his own people, and he knew little about his own heritage. “I do not know this name” he admitted “I’m Sirius, do you know much about their origins?” he asked, genuinely curious. The chances of him being related to these wolves was astronomical, and then, even if he was, what did it matter? But he couldn’t stop himself from wondering.