what's a goon to a goblin

It had been a long journey, moving from Eastern Boreas to the southern continent. He was weary, and tired, and although he desperately wanted to stop and rest he couldn’t. He had caught the scent of an unfamiliar pack earlier that morning and felt a touch of hope grace him. This far south they were unlikely to be involved with his father’s family. He had been considering the best way to go about approaching them, when a pup of all things wandered past him, strutting confidently before he disappeared into the woods. He wondered if the cub’s parents were anywhere nearby, or perhaps had passed him without him realizing only to see the pup reappear again and pause, staring questioningly at the tree.

“Um…Little boy? Are you lost?” He asked, although in truth the boy was anything but little, he couldn’t be more than a handful of months old but he was already nearly as large as Rain. Not that there was much to be said there. He was quite small compared to his father, although judging by his grandfather and the gigantic wolves that had been his uncles, aunts and cousins his father was far from the largest to roam Boreas.

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