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As he grew older and began to lose some of his childhood naivety he was beginning to feel more and more disadvantaged, even if he didn't know what to call it. He was different from the rest of the wolves he knew and often he felt like he was strangely adrift. He wanted to find something he could latch onto, to feel more grounded... like he had direction and something to work toward. He hoped Deathbelle might be able to push him toward some particular course; whether it was with training or something else. Veigar knew he was young and had much to learn but he was determined to find somewhere to start, however small.

Deathbelle expressed that he was big enough and he beamed proudly in response. "Good!" He quickly scrambled back up and relaxed his posture. "I don't know the first thing about sparring. Can you teach me?" Veigar was eager to learn and impress her, and he watched her with big, almost pleading eyes. The boy didn't know where to start and though he didn't know for sure, he had a feeling Deathbelle was a strong warrior that could teach him someday to be just as great if he worked hard at it.