Reid grinned, ear-to-ear, boyish and prideful and altogether charming, as Svajone teasingly told him he sounded like Vidarr, weighing the danger of nature's beauty against the legendary ursine threat of the past. He is quite thrilled by the comparison. Vidarr is strong, cool, and adored by Mama; by all metrics a role model to strive to be like. Reid bounced around for a moment longer, remembering Vidarr's recounting of the tale of Bear and Mama.

His mother's love is his spirit, but the stories that the family circulated are his lifeblood. Stories shield one's heart from fright of the dark, they temper the ache of loneliness, they teach the lessons that might otherwise be learned through shed blood and sorrow. Reid's clever mind gathers each like the precious gem it is, stashes it away to be recalled and referenced as a guidebook for his life.

Svajone did not chastise, but guided the robin toward wiser choices to make for the future. She had once had a harder time keeping up with Reid's bursts of energy and exploration, but that seemed to have changed now - his habits would change with it. Da, Mama. Reid agreed, watching the snow give way beneath the weight of his steps. He was about to argue - that he was not about to go far, that he would be careful - but Svajone distracted masterfully, guiding him away from the light but into the unexplored lands beyond the den, and prodding him about his dreams.

It's...from the ground - like lumina lunii (moonlight) but bright as sun! He puffed. A wolf of stone, n' a wolf of air. And though he had traversed into the snow to see the fissures in the earth, his courage faltered in mention of the strange wolves, their centuries-old tragedy unraveling before his newly-opened eyes. Reid pressed closer into Svajone's comforting warmth, her unfaltering welcome, and sighed to ease the tension coiling in his chest. It was all...amarnic ( terrible/dreadful),

Are his storytelling skills capable of rivalling hers? surely not, but the challenge incites excitement in Reid anyway. Of course, Reid snorted, Frumos și deloc înfricoșător. (beautiful and not scary at all) A little bit of a lie - the cow had frightened him a bit, but he wanted to pretend he was not afraid of anything, to put to rest the uneasy feeling the mysterious dreams gave him.