little bird

He wiggled at her thanks, and lowered his head obediently so she could ruffle the fur there with better ease. It was strange to think how bigger he was then his mother. He had, for most of his life, been able to fit curled against her side. When he had started to grow, it was almost like he would never stop. When had he reached the point where he towered over her? He honestly didn’t know.

“Not ten victories, just the one. He said the two of you were in a den, and had a disagreement. And you fought. He said you’d only recently had your horns, and you used them so well to take them down. What did he mean saying you only recently had them?” he wondered. He had heard the story so many times, and that part had never made sense to him.