On my way

Úlfr bounded through the barn, chasing after his raven companions but the agile birds managed to stay just out of reach. Glámr flew up into the rafters and cawed at him. Úlfr sat down heavily to catch his breath. It was hard to spar against birds when they could fly. Especially since he had to be careful not to bite his companions in a way that would damage their wings or permanently injure them.

Suddenly he heard one of his mother's call for him. Grinning he was on his feet in a moment bounding towards Ásvor with his tail wagging happily. "Hi, momma!" He reached out to try and nuzzle her muzzle in affectionate greeting. "How are you?" Maybe she'd want to give him a fight lesson or spar with him. Úlfr had been focused on his hunting and he knew he was neglecting his ability to fight.