Telling Tales by Warm Hearthside [Story Time!]

He stood, a hind hoof resting, tucked in the back of the cave, watching the fire crackle. The warmth was noticeable, and enjoyable. Quietly, he pondered the stories he knew of, from his mother’s past, from his own. He wondered what Aurielle’s would be, and what the others that came might be.

His tail flicked lazily, leaving a brief light trail and his ears pricked, listening for those that might come as Aurielle sang for the pack and settled in. After a few minutes, he lowered himself to the ground, nested in the furs the Spirit had loaned him for the cave. It cushioned him against the stony ground, and it was a luxury he’d personally never known before, given his bands were nomadic.

The Spirit was very nearly tucked against his side, and he breathed a sigh of thought, still listening.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think