“Demons?” That bit of imagination took Coran’s fancy just because it seemed so out of his range of thoughts. He eyed the image thoughtfully wondering how far out he could imagine past the most common assessments of food and survival. Regulus mentioned their gods also and it was something to consider. He followed along, looking at the hand marks and hopping up to put his own paw near one. “No wonder they walked on two legs, look at these funny prints. If their back paws were like this I’d bet they run real slow.” The paws just weren’t shaped right.
“Maybe its how they identify themselves? We mark our territory with scent, maybe they mark it with these things? I wonder how long they managed to survive. From the pictures it seems they were reliant on numbers, don’t you think? Do you think they are all really gone or just too far away for anyone to have heard of them as far as wolves have traveled? What killed them? Did they run out of pointy sticks?” The last was said with a little grin as surely there were enough branches to make sticks. What a funny way to fight.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think
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