Word Count :: 186 It's all good!
His mother kneeled, ever so kind as she agreed with his proud words. His tail beat the air a hundred times a minute at her praise, and grinned sheepishly as she pointed out that he was still covered with the bear’s insides. Giving his blonde coat a shake, he came closer and sat down so that she could better clean the stuffing from him.
“Story!” Skoll barked, agreeing with widened eyes. He always loved hearing stories from the adults in the pack, even though it seemed a rambunctious and active little cub like him would be not be inclined to sit still long enough for a tale to be finished. But he did love stories, and he loved acting them out especially.
The small taste of the story proved to be interesting, and so he tried to climb into her lap, as if pressing up against her warm fur would allow him to hear better. “Terra said stuff about ’oomans,” he remarked, remembering the day the coyote hybrid had acted out the story of the humans’ demise with him. “I wanna hear ’bout the two wolves!”
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