Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]

The boy had heard the call, but he'd been fast asleep and the only sound that had aroused him was the soft clanging of rocks sliding down the hillside and right onto his front porch. Jerking awake, he groggily listened as the sound of the howl had already started to fade. Yawning, the dwarf child slowly rose and stretched each leg out before exiting his den. He wasn't sure exactly what the meeting was for or who was calling for it tonight but he wanted to check it out. Might as well now that he was awake, right? Shaking out already ruffled fur, he clambered through the canyon until he found a small group of others, though he didn't really recognize anyone except for the albino jerk who's ass he had kicked after she had tried to destroy his den. He wore a smug look as he approached the group, placing himself more or less in her sight so she could stare at his shaggy back and remind her who she had lost against.

He had made it in time to hear Harbringr's words, the boys large ears tilting slightly as he thought about it. "Ah'd like te learn abou' fightin' bigger opponen's!" granted, he already sort of knew how if he used his speed and smaller size, but he wanted to learn more.