Daydreams of the Morning

Heh, his mother. She was so caring, so sweet; he loved her wholeheartedly for it. Sadly, Dragon walked all over her, and if he was the rebellious type, then Lykos was the exact opposite. Unfortunately, he had no idea what they could do, and words flowed out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Smack Dragon until he realizes that rules exist for a reason?" he asked, before grimacing. Oops. He didn't mean to say that. He shook his head. "Sorry," he apologized to his mother. He really shouldn't say that. Oh, well, too late now. Now to attempt to fix it. "I'd love to learn how to hunt with you, Mother," he said quietly. He hadn't hunted much, and he really did want to learn - hunt and fight, that is. It seemed like it would be fun.

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