Quietly he followed behind her, a solemn look in his eyes and in the way he walked . Inside, he was conflicted with sadness, excitement, and a range of other feelings he couldn't quite name. Since he met his father, he had wanted to be with him. To grow to be big and strong like him and become a great leader! And although he loved his mother and his sisters, the rogue life just didn't settle well with him.
As he was distracted by his thoughts, he would bump into his mothers legs and fall back onto dark haunches, a sheepish look on his face as he pulled himself back up onto large paws. He'd glance up at his mothers coral eyes, always beautiful, and although she hardly admitted to show it, full of the love that he knew was there. He nodded to her, afraid to speak for fear that his voice would crack. Was he really ready? Yes, he was. He had gone once, ready to leave behind the world he had grown up with. But at the same time, he wanted to stay with his mother. Would he be allowed to live with a paw in both worlds of his parents? Would he be able to live within the pack and train with his mother when he so chose? He only wondered.
Taking a deep breath, he would respond. "Of course I'll visit you momma, why wouldn't I?" He closed his eyes as she kissed him, a display of affection he had seldom seen from her. He knew he'd miss her as much as she'd miss him. Stepping forward he would nuzzle her face affectionately, tail wagging slightly. "I'll always come and visit, I promise! And I promise to be the best warrior you've ever seen!" He exclaimed, his way of trying to reassure her.
"Speech"
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