He was the youngest one there! Dumpy legs and wild eyes, he had followed the clues all too eagerly despite their ominous appeal; his mother had assured him, of course, that she and his father were like birds, ever watchful. Well, she had said it differently but he had taken the meaning as such. In any case, it had been exciting to sniff at those claw marks - wolf! Not a bear nor a cougar but a wolf! Sneaky, he thought, to play on such themes in hopes of frightening and making those summoned cautious. Not him, though! No, Thyme knew to check. Never stop thinking!

And he had listened just as eagerly, situated at the foot of the wolf in the center. He had cozied up in his own fur, his black eyes staring up; he felt a little guilty, in fact, to wear such an ominous skin and yet he could not help it. He had born the shadow to his brother's beautiful gold. He gasped at the concept of such a truly dark creature though; surely his shade of black put even his own to shame! With eyes like the greenest of grass! He knew this story or at least, he knew it to be true.

With an ahem, he piqued up excitedly, perhaps a little too much so. He hushed himself then, trying to seem serious as he turned to face the others. "It's true, I know! My grandmother faced him once! He nodded, to them first and then the boy atop the log. "In a place called Paracon and Litherum! She said his eyes were like great green gems! The Black Prince - he was supposed to be a real prince, they say. The prince of a great river!" He shivered slightly. "But grandmother says the Jester King rallied all the wolves of an ancient pack to kill him! She said they chased him down on great plains of shiny black stone...but...but I still hear his name..." He trailed off, sucking in a breath and huddling up against the log. He had scared himself! Now that wasn't very fun.