we'll never know what's up ahead

Albion was industrious. Chimera could always see the gears working in the boys head and he knew that his pale son would be vastly intelligent as he grew and learned. It was good to have a mind like a sponge. In the end, it would benefit the entire pack. Whatever knowledge Albion wanted, Chimera would secure for him.

After being asked for knowledge and explaining that he was feeling left behind due to the illness, Chimera nodded and reached out one big paw to scoop the boy into the hollow between mismatched forelegs. Together, father and son looked out over the undulating moonlight as it danced over the ocean waves. "What areas of knowledge interest you? Would you be a fighter? A hunter? A diplomat? A businessman?" It would serve Chimera well to start teaching the boy bookkeeping if he was so inclined to lean that way. He was too young for the seedier parts of the business, but he could begin to learn tomes and scrolls and markings.

"Speech"