With mom agreeing to take him she could feel her fur being thrust about by the tail cheerily wagging as he imagined in his mind what all these birds would look like. How big was big? In his mind, they were giant creatures as big as his mom but maybe he was going overboard? How small could they get? Smaller than the birds he’d already seen? However, the sizes quit being important when she mentioned the predators, eyes trailing up her muzzle as he got poked. “Dangerous for you?” Certainly not! How could any predator be a match for their mom?
The time to rest then ended and he was ready to blaze ahead as she led him back. The ‘blazing’ slowed when he realized a straight out run would just end up with him rolling down the hill. All it took was one slight trip up from a crack hidden amongst some rocks to make Corran remember to pay attention. Once more the game went from a speedy run to find the best path and any spot that meant having to take a second to look about was all the more exciting. So his pace became a mixture of confident leaps and trots to more cautious stepping around certain areas.
“Who else to mentor me?” The question came as a surprise and to his chagrin, Coran hadn’t considered it at all. In his mind, he had imagined just training up with mom and dad teaching him everything. Sure, he imagined sparring with the other wolves and taking on jobs to work harder. Coran quickly thought through the current wolves and their ranks, “What about Justice? I need to become a strong fighter.”
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think
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