The strong survive [J]

Immediately both Tonravik and Kerosene went in to give Aariak a welcoming nudge and nip. The tension was gone and he now felt at home. He was at home, and Tonravik herself had said it, and in this place he knew that his occupation would be of use. He had come to the right place in the right time, just like it had been meant for him.

"And I will be there to care for you when that comes." he promised, feeling useful and proud. Then she told him that he must become a warrior and warden, and Aariak wouldn't have expected less, in his opinion that was the only logcal course of things, it ran in his blood and he was actually already skilled in the battle field. He agreed with a nod and turned to listen at the male, who said that there was no one in the pack that was specialized in caretaking.

"My uncle says I'm skilled... I say it's only natural. It is necessary to have someone to look out for the young, they are the future of the blood. Someone's got to bringing them up to be fierce, to be warriors. The strong survive..."