All That Glitters Is Gold

She seemed eager to tell him about her treasures, and he nodded, completely interested and not simply feigning it. What a fine Songa she would've made, he thought to himself with a quiet chuckle. She informed him she had rocks, shiny ones and glittery ones, some feathers, a skull, an antler, and some flowers. "Well, that sounds like a lovely collection," he admitted earnestly. He'd had a similar collection in his youth. Snagging little trinkets was a favorite pasttime of the Songa, though as they got older those treasures turned into trophies taken from other wolves. It was part of that lifestyle he found himself not at all unhappy to leave behind. He'd much prefer to find trinkets that were given freely by nature.

After a moment of thought he started off, veering toward the falls. His gait was uneven, but he doubted the child would mind his slow pace as they talked. "I do!" He perked up a little at the thought. "But, they live very far from here. Just my mom and dad - and a lot of cousins," he explained with a little smile. His immediate family was quite small and even now he thought of them often, sure that his parents were still alive and well, no doubt thriving alongside the rest of the Songa. Maybe someday he'd pay them a visit but his path had led them elsewhere and he was sure they'd understand. "How big is your family, Bowen?" Admittedly he wasn't familiar with everyone who resided within The Hallows, let alone who was related to who. Slowly they moved closer to the falls, and Sota caught sight of something potentially interesting up ahead. Loping a bit faster, he upturned a rock with his paw, quickly deciding it wasn't worthy of Bowen's treasure pile, and continued on.