We Build Warriors

Dunkan responded promptly, which was good. He had been given the third chamber in the den that she shared with her sister. It was his own personal space to do with as he pleased. The only rule was that he keep his space tidy.

Resin offered the boy a nod, and, without another word, she started off on her daily patrols. Her pace was steady, but not overly fast. Just a nice lope that would eat the distance up easily. Dunkan would keep pace and learn by example. Today they would mark the borders, make sure that no one was trespassing, and checking upon the general welfare of the territory.

As they moved, the one-eyed woman cast a glance in his direction. "What do you hope to learn, Dunkan? Being a warrior is more than just fighting." There were different types of warriors. Some worked towards nefarious goals. Others had a more noble course at heart. Which would the boy be? What did he want out of this?


Coding thanks to Alice. Art thanks to Resin.