Problem Child

As his father allowed him more freedom so came more responsibility. Noir wasan apprentice now! The title made him proud, and he was excited to get into some real training. He was going to be the best fighter Abaven ever saw. He was going to show his sister up, and she would never beat him again.

These thoughts lingered in his head as he explored the thicket. He hadn’t had much interest in finding the mentor he had been told was his. Noir was happy to bask in the light of his shiny new title for a while first. The pup was on his own as he slipped through the grasses of the thicket, thinking about ways he was going to get back at Poem. Once he had his own raven things would be a lot different. The boy was still incredibly salty that Poem had gotten one of the raven chicks to bond with her before he got his own.

Even now he still didn’t have one of the chicks for his own. He had tried to force it, but he wasn’t able to climb up the tree to retrieve one of the chicks. Of course he didn’t know it but if he’d gotten too close Imperia would have probably gouged out his eyes. The boy huffed in frustration. It wasn’t fair.

He continued to crash through the underbrush, completely oblivious to the noise he was making. There weren’t any birds for a couple of miles radius around him at this point, and had he been hunting he would have gone hungry. The boy nosed around the tall plants, eager to get to know this land as well as he knew the rapids. He was having difficulties though, seeing through the vegitation was near impossible.