11/7/2026, 10:33 PM
The calf leaves at the sight of him, and with this he is not surprised. He does no hesitate nor slow his pace, as is his right.
Red touched eyes narrowed, and his lips twitched. ”It is Yanggadi Saghani,” he corrected without hesitation. He knew not why everyone wanted to shorten his name, which became meaningless when done so. It was not something he would tolerate. But she gets a pass this time.
Her explanation made some sense. She didn’t hunt them, and he looked at her form. He quickly grew larger than her without even being a full adult yet. His strength was already surpassed hers, he was sure of it. Why did she not hunt them, he wondered? Even if she only stood to direct them one way or another, everyone had a use. Regardless, his point still stood.
”You still eat them,” he rebutted. So she gets the benefit, not to hunt, not to be feared, but still eats their flesh? Perhaps it is the advantage of being the ghost talker. There could be benefits to a wolf that caribou are not afraid of. He would have to ask father sometime.
His attention diverts to the odd stone, and he picked it up again. He lay across from her now, and dropped the thing between them, a paw smacking it a little.
”I found it in the rocks. It is unlike any rock I have seen. There were…little…holes that looked like this as well, but it was in a rock too large to carry. What might it be?” he asked with a tilted head. The ammonite, which was a name he did not know, was shaped in a spiral, and this particular specimen was dark and smooth, with bits of regular rock stuck to it here and there so that it is not a completely intact fossil. Fa’liya is a ghost talker, one who knows things. He had come wondering, does she know this?
Red touched eyes narrowed, and his lips twitched. ”It is Yanggadi Saghani,” he corrected without hesitation. He knew not why everyone wanted to shorten his name, which became meaningless when done so. It was not something he would tolerate. But she gets a pass this time.
Her explanation made some sense. She didn’t hunt them, and he looked at her form. He quickly grew larger than her without even being a full adult yet. His strength was already surpassed hers, he was sure of it. Why did she not hunt them, he wondered? Even if she only stood to direct them one way or another, everyone had a use. Regardless, his point still stood.
”You still eat them,” he rebutted. So she gets the benefit, not to hunt, not to be feared, but still eats their flesh? Perhaps it is the advantage of being the ghost talker. There could be benefits to a wolf that caribou are not afraid of. He would have to ask father sometime.
His attention diverts to the odd stone, and he picked it up again. He lay across from her now, and dropped the thing between them, a paw smacking it a little.
”I found it in the rocks. It is unlike any rock I have seen. There were…little…holes that looked like this as well, but it was in a rock too large to carry. What might it be?” he asked with a tilted head. The ammonite, which was a name he did not know, was shaped in a spiral, and this particular specimen was dark and smooth, with bits of regular rock stuck to it here and there so that it is not a completely intact fossil. Fa’liya is a ghost talker, one who knows things. He had come wondering, does she know this?