Drop Bear Attack

Ears shifted as he began to speak. Her features turned down in a frown as he unleashed his current thoughts to her. She felt for the boy. It was a terrible feeling to be so out of place. She gave him a light squeeze and waited until he was finished to reply.

"Those are heavy woes for one so young, " she began in her gruff, rasping tones. She didn't like that he was feeling that way but he was at that age. The age where hormones start to flow. When your mind develops deeper thinking. She wouldn't reverse time to live as a yearling again for anything.

He was tired of trying to be like everyone else. "Don't try to be like anyone else, " she spoke softly, snuffling the top of his head once more. "You just worry about being Mortis. If being heir isn't what you want, then speak your mind. If others don't understand you, then they don't need to." She actually chuckled softly. "I've been heavily misunderstood in my day but I've never stopped being true to myself."