Dunkan has been awake early, before the first rays of the sun.He didn't mind being up this soon,that was just part of his everyday routine and he didn't feel like changing it at any point.The earlier he could wake up,the more time he could dispose to train and prepare himself for completing her Alpha's challenge.He wanted to be ready for that day,a day he didnt known when it would some and for that reason, he had more pressure on his shoulders but that was fine.He just needed to work hard. He hoped not to disappoint not only Sirius but Resin as well. He sighed as he got ready to start. And there she began his day with a patrol within the Sea's plains,with eyes of blue traveling through the fields.His walk was confident as he felt great in the apparent silence of the morning.He needed time to think, to get his head free from any distracting thought that could compromise his duties. "Speak"

The young, winged boy could often be found in the Sea’s plains. Either walking the shoreline, lost in contemplation, or in one of the numerous training rings. He wanted to beat Malalia one of these days. That would only happen with a lot of practice and perseverance. Today, he was just leaving one of the rings, when he ran across the other young wolf. Slightly older than Seer’s heir. Surprisingly, he hadn’t seen much of Dunkan before now. Except at meetings. It seemed both had been very busy with their training. “Hey Dunkan” the wing pup said with an easy grin, and a wave of one dark wing. "Mortis"

Dunkan kept going with his walk until he found a sudden stop,his head turned up to the heavens for no reason at all just to watch the clouds traveling over him,with the morning colors giving the heavens a pretty composition of oranges and pinks. Many things he could say had changed in his life,the days with his mothers seemed now far,away from today.He wondered where did she go, what happened her. He closed his eyes for a few instants before shaking off his head to clean the thoughts. And there a familiar face showed,Mortis the Warlord's son. “Hey Dunkan” "Hey there Mortis," He said calmly,he didn't return the smile,he really wasnt used to show emotions at all,all his mind was up to was training and having fun was something he never considered having. Did he ever had the right? Was it okay? Until now he had been too immersed in his duties that he almost forgot he was still a kid in a way, he forgot what it was to have fun. He just had his training to make him company and someday a warrior he would be."How are you? How is everything going?" He asked as he sat down. "Speak"

The older apprentice returned his greeting, and Mort’s smile only grew, despite the lack on Dunkan’s face. The winged pup took a seat across from him. Despite the age difference, he was taller than the other wolf. He was taller than most in the pack, now, and still seemed to be growing.

He briefly entertained the idea of what would happen if he just… never stopped. If he grew to compete with mountains. He bit back a laugh, not wishing to explain the reason for his mirth, and gave his tail a friendly wag. “Pretty good, been concentrating on my studies, my fighting, border patrols… all that” he explained. He was always trying to better himself, prove himself worthy of being heir. “How’ve you been?”

He observed as Mortis took a seat before him,of curse a huge wolf-like Sirus would produce giant pups too.But with a calm expression, he just stared at the boy expectantly over what the pup would say. Within the Armada,Dunkan didn't have friends at all,just acquaintances. He wasnt the friendliest of wolves,he never felt interested in getting friends. He only trusted in himself but he guessed that once he joined the pack he would have to change that but so far he hasn't. “Pretty good, been concentrating on my studies, my fighting, border patrols… all that” "I see," He answered without any emotions on his words,it may could sound rude but that was who he was,he wasnt a normal child.He never had the chance to play with others as a pup, and that made him lack with any social skills or desire to share time with others. “How’ve you been?” "Training and working hard is that your father placed over me a challenge in order to get the rank of a warrior. I have to fight someone who already has the rank, he will witness the fight and give his verdict." He explained a bit unsure. "Speak"

The wolf before him seemed a quiet sort. It was true that when they crossed paths - mostly at meetings or during training - he found Dunkan to be a quiet presence. Perhaps he was driven to fight and learn more then he was to socialise. Mortis could understand the impulse, but knew his life would be dull if it didn’t have his friends. There was a reason he met with every new wolf to come to the pack. He wanted to meet everybody. “Oh, that sounds like a good challenge. Are you looking forward to it, or are you nervous?” he wondered, after hearing the others explanation of what Sirius had set before him. Mort wondered, if he hadn’t been put into the race for heir, would he be in a similar position as Dunkan now? Preparing to challenge a warrior. "Mortis"

“Oh, that sounds like a good challenge. Are you looking forward to it, or are you nervous?” He took his time to think of an answer,it was in fact a good challenge. Fighting a professional fighter wasnt something easy or to be taken as a joke.He wasnt sure of he would be able to even be a good match for whoever he could be fighting off. The raid was just a taste of what a real fight could mean,what fighting in the top leagues was.He was just leaving the student stage and this was a huge step for him. "I am looking for it. I am just a bit nervous but i hope to give all i have.I wont be fighting any wolf but a full warrior.Those who probably hold more experience than i, all i can do is to put to use what i had learned." He admitted. "And you? Are your nervous?" He asked back. "Speak"