Splat! [Bog]

Áskell listened as Bog stated that his family was still around but that is was tradition for wolves to strike out on their own at six months. It was nice his family was nearby but Áskell couldn't imagine being sent off on his own at six months. Even as a yearling he felt like he barely had himself together.

He watched curiously as Bog used a knife to cut open the fish and he stepped a bit closer. "So, what are you doing? Why are you cutting up the fish like that?" Maybe he was crude but he typically would just start ripping the fish apart and swallowing down chunks. Of course the bones were a problem when one decided to eat a fish that way.

"I'm from Habari. We're the pack that lives on the volcano northwest of here."