Re-equip magic

A part of the young boy's mind couldn't believe it. Of course he didn't entirely understand what it meant by heir. After all, wasn't it his mother's job to do that? They had moved from one place to the other because of those nasty wolves but now there was this bomb dropped on him. He was going to have "special" training that was harder than the others besides Juniper who was in this trial with him. The large boy had been pacing the waters edge since then, after the meeting it had taken a moment for him to dig in the air to even fill his lungs. Special Training, extra lessons, that meant he was going to have to let other depend on him more. Rivaxorus let out a soft cry before flopping his front body into the shore of the lake. "I don't get it, can't Denki help me or something." Rivaxorus asked out loud as he looked to the sky. Was there really a black winged wolf out there? Well he did believe there was something out there like his mother had taught him. Getting up out of the water even if his fur was now soaked. He frowned again, staring at his reflection. Did this mean that he was supposed to be better than everyone else?