The sun had yet to show its face and yet, the giantess was awake and outside of her den, ready to start the mornings work. "Dunkan," the woman released a low call, urging the boy child from the den that he now shared with Resin and her sister, Meadow. Since he was officially her apprentice, he would rise when she rose. He would do what she did. He would train his mind and his body daily. It would be difficult, but he would benefit from it in the end. They all would, if she did her job well.

Resin began her day by stretching a bit and shaking the sleep from her mind. There were days when she'd like nothing more than to sleep in, but there were things to be done. Duties that needed to be performed. She'd never been asked to carry out these duties. She had simply taken it upon herself to do so. There weren't enough strong, able bodies in the pack to keep it safe, so she did more than what one might be expected. She patrolled the borders, marked, stood sentry, protected the land that the Armada had claimed. Dunkan would now do the same as well.



Coding--Alice. Art--Resin.

Dunkan Sarcova "SATISFACTION IS RESERVED FOR THE NONCONFORMIST." Dunkan was awake when his new mentor called for him. He stood up without question, with an inner excitement as he had been waiting for this all of his childhood, and finally having the chance to start building the path he so dearly wanted was enough for him to push himself to do as Resin told him to do. And thus, he trotted out following the female with his serious expression. "I am ready." He said without hesitation. He stood there, staring up to his mentor. With high expectations bursting on his mind. He was ready for anything. So he just waited, patient as an owl, with his full attention placed on Resin. He was ready to give all of him, to give his soul and mind to this new journey, for this new path and life as an apprentice to the Ashen armada and maybe someday obtain the title of warrior. "Hello" | 'Thoughts' | 'Your speech'

Dunkan responded promptly, which was good. He had been given the third chamber in the den that she shared with her sister. It was his own personal space to do with as he pleased. The only rule was that he keep his space tidy.

Resin offered the boy a nod, and, without another word, she started off on her daily patrols. Her pace was steady, but not overly fast. Just a nice lope that would eat the distance up easily. Dunkan would keep pace and learn by example. Today they would mark the borders, make sure that no one was trespassing, and checking upon the general welfare of the territory.

As they moved, the one-eyed woman cast a glance in his direction. "What do you hope to learn, Dunkan? Being a warrior is more than just fighting." There were different types of warriors. Some worked towards nefarious goals. Others had a more noble course at heart. Which would the boy be? What did he want out of this?


Coding thanks to Alice. Art thanks to Resin.

Dunkan Sarcova "SATISFACTION IS RESERVED FOR THE NONCONFORMIST." "What do you hope to learn, Dunkan? Being a warrior is more than just fighting." He walked beside her, doing his best to catch up with her. Posture confident and head high. Expression cold as ice, he was ready to finally put a paw on the sunrise of his career as a warrior. And the type of warrior he wanted to be was quite mixed up as he wanted to do several things as a fighter, as a soldier. So the question was kinda difficult to respond or at least with a compact answer. "I wish to be able to defend myself, to stop depending on others. I don't wish to learn just to fight, but to survive, to hunt, to navigate and politics also work for me. I wish to obtain a variety of tools to use, not only for war but for other essential matters of a wolf's life." He wasnt sure if he spoke with the best of clarities but he did his best to make emphasis in the ley points of what he wished to do. "Hello" | 'Thoughts' | 'Your speech'

The hulking woman listened as they loped around the perimeter of the territories. The boy wished to develop many skills and learn many things. That was good. A warrior didn't just fight. They had to be smart, tactful, strategic. She felt as though Dunkan would be a very good student.

With a nod, she accepted his answer. "You'll learn all of these things and more. What lessons I cannot teach you, others will." They were coming upon a tree that had fallen across the border. The big woman easily lifted her thick frame over it in one single bound and she was curious as to whether or not the boy had the strength yet to do the same. It would help her gauge which areas he needed training in. She did not stop to wait for him, merely glanced over her shoulder as she moved.


Coding thanks to Alice. Art thanks to Resin.