The Heartwood don’t believe all the lies that you’ve been told

In any other pup, there would be a little voice in their head telling them to back down from a wolf much larger than themselves and to not try and agitate them any further, however Redshank lacked such a voice. In fact, he lacked any sort of discretion when it came to interacting with those older than himself. Or younger, really. His social skills were as stunted as his growth...maybe even more so.

With heavy paw steps, he plodded towards the other, nosing the bone along with him. He stopped at his question, a blank, dumb-struck expression touching his features briefly. "Dead," he replied with a shrug, resuming his act of cool indifference. In reality, he had no idea. He had been taken from his siblings and not-mother at not even a month old and memories of that time were quickly fading. "Where're yours?" he shot back with a smirk, even though he had no clue how old the other boy really was.