Explain These Farts To Me

Lynvarr stretched, wincing a bit as the wound in his side stretched. He needed to be careful or it would start bleeding again, however he found it difficult to rest. He was going for a light patrol, strolling around the borders of the Shrine while he thought on Sparrows words. He had no idea what she meant by a 'god fart'. Hadn't the foggiest. But he knew about incest. It was deeply frowned upon in his own culture to the point that any pups born from such unions were promptly killed and the father castrated. Strong warrior stock was key in his homeland and anything that jeopardized that was treated very severely. He doubted if he could be part of a pack that tolerated such wicked practices and so he sought out Hattori in the hopes of finding some answers to the questions that had been tumbling out in his brain. Arriving at the horned man's den he called out for an audience.