I must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be.

Mercury was keeping an eye out for the little sprouts. Both to watch over them, and to offer any playful introductions to any that wanted it. They were popping up all over the castle now that they were given freedom from their birthing den. As he made his way into the courtyard, the vanguard spotted a pale wolf, the young creature looked intend on rolling something between his paws.

Moving closer, Mercury realised it was clay. A brow raised in surprise, he closed the distance between them. Seating himself before the small creature. “Well, that looks pretty fun. What are you making?” He asked, pointing with his nose at the clay between her paws.

"Speech"