He knows a little bit about every creature he happens to make conversation with him, trusted with many secrets, hopes, dreams and worries. Bo never judges, he only supports... be it very quietly. When he does speak it's always in truths.
Nofel knows where he came from or who dropped him off at the village but to be fair, neither does he. His earliest memory was a flowering field, bees buzzing about, cicadas and birds singing and the sunshine warming his back. Bo stuck around the village like a stray dog; eventually earning a name once they started to get attached to the scruffy pup. Everyone raised him so he knows many points of view and many stories.
From never truly finding a place to settle, Bo learned only what he came in contact with: bugs. All he knows is bugs, what they do, and where they matter. However, that means he also doesn't know much language... only able to speak short sentences he heard from passing felvargs as he grew, it makes his speech janky and almost pupish in how little he knows or how poorly he pronounces words. He was made fun of for it one too many times, the wounds cut deep, and thus has chosen to go nonverbal for a majority of his life, especially outside the safety of his den.
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She was the first kind felvarg he met. He isnt forced to talk around her, she's perfectly fine with talking for the both of them or translating what he has to say for other felvargs.
Loamy shared his interest in insects, admiring his beehives and butterfly garden, but also well versed in all kinds of plants. She is his best friend, and he will always listen to her tell him new plant facts and teach him how to make flower crowns. Hes not very good, as gentle as he tries his paws are just too big... but its okay! They will start over together.
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