OOC: sorry for the short crappiness of it.
His call was answered by the unrelieved black form of the pack's Oracle, and you really couldn't get much better than that unless it was the alphas, and even they really needed to answer to the Oracle too. "Aunt Natalya," he greeted, sitting up straighter. "I am feeling completely well now, thank you." He didn't mention that the emotional and mental scars, the worries and fears he still carried that told him he was tainted and cursed and a demon among his family, were the lasting effects for him rather than the physical sickness itself. He buried that within the deep confines of his own mind. Instead he answered her question, the reason for him calling her. "Aunt Natalya, I'm going to be a year old soon. I'm big, and I'm strong, and I would like to help the pack somehow, now. I don't want to wait until I'm a year old, I want to train now. I've thought about this for a long time. What can I do?"
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