ORIGIN

Astaroth padded silently along the banks of Fornax, his head hung low, he stumbled at a point though, when his paw caught on something sticking out of the rocks. He made a muffled bark as he fell forward. He turned around to see what he had tripped over and saw that he had found a body, or, the skeleton of a body, laid into the rocks. He had tripped over the skull. He pulled the bones out and laid them in formation with a look of perplexion. "Two legs... two arms... and a wolf head?" He was curious what this creature could have been. He decided to do something he had never tried before, he walked to the skull of this odd creature, placing his paw on the gems inlaid into the forehead, and concentrated on a small part of his magic, attempting to push it through his paw, and into the gem of the long deceased creature. He gasped as he felt like this bit of magic was ripped from his own, gritting his teeth as he felt it lodge into the gem of this creature like a seed in the ground, then grinned in satisfaction. Did I just become a dad? He thought to himself with an external laugh.

"Speaking."
Thoughts.