Balrog's thick furred ears perked up at the call from Wilder. Navigation training? His little heart raced with excitement. He had heard stories from his parents about the Col's vast network of tunnels outside the warrens, and the idea of exploring them thrilled him. Balrog scrambled to his paws, nearly tripping over them with haste, and dashed toward the entrance where Wilder was waiting.
As he arrived, panting but eager, he noticed the older wolf leaning against the cavern's entrance. Balrog tried to stand as tall as he could, though his young frame made that a bit difficult. "I'm here," he announced, his voice filled with youthful enthusiasm. He glanced around with his obsidian stare, wondering if any of his siblings would be joining them. Despite his excitement, a flicker of nervousness crossed his mind - would he be able to keep up with this training, with his bulky stature? Shaking off the doubt, Balrog stepped closer to Wilder, his gold-dipped tail wagging slightly as he awaited further instruction.
