sorry but i was running from an elephant

The fire-hued man suggested that the healers were already on their way and Mitros nodded in sad acceptance against the grass. If they came to him, he could survive just a few minutes longer. He was then being queried on the events that had led up to his attempted murder. Mitros paused to consider exactly how much of the tale was worth telling, but in the end decided that if he was to perish here today, someone should know his story. Perhaps his grandfather would give him the Imperalis name in death.

"So, my family, they do this thing..." Each breath was painful, and the young wolf's sentence was punctuated often by a seething intake as he collected his thoughts. "We get named Regni when we're born.. but it's not our name, our name is Imperialis.. but you have to earn it, or you'll be a Regni forever." His lip quivered, the pain and annoyance bringing too much emotion to the forefront of the yearling's attention which only made him more upset. Imperialis' didn't get upset. "Anyway. I killed an elephant with a nice lady when I was a pup.. she told me I was destined for great things. I saw the baby elephant and wanted it's tusk, I didn't see it's parents. I just want to be an Imperialis." Mitros finished his story with a loud and dramatic sigh, his muzzle rubbing in the dirt to try to subdue the sting of threatening tears. He didn't want this man to see him cry. "Are the healers almost here?"

"Speech"