Conflicts

The older apprentice returned his greeting, and Mort’s smile only grew, despite the lack on Dunkan’s face. The winged pup took a seat across from him. Despite the age difference, he was taller than the other wolf. He was taller than most in the pack, now, and still seemed to be growing.

He briefly entertained the idea of what would happen if he just… never stopped. If he grew to compete with mountains. He bit back a laugh, not wishing to explain the reason for his mirth, and gave his tail a friendly wag. “Pretty good, been concentrating on my studies, my fighting, border patrols… all that” he explained. He was always trying to better himself, prove himself worthy of being heir. “How’ve you been?”