Weight on my chest

Áskell nodded, eager to share in the clay. He mashed his paws into it and broke off a chunk which he rolled over to Caelia. He liked clay because it felt like mud and there was very little the boy liked as much as getting dirty. Caelia explained that she was from a nearby pack and then asked him about his. Áskell nodded. "Yup! I'm from Habari. What's your pack called? Are you a fighter or something? I'm training to be a warrior." He liked crafting and all but what he really wanted to do was to fight. So far he was training under his father but he looked forward to the day when he could become an official warrior and join Habari's higher ranks.