Blackfeather Woods Battle Scars

C'mon. In time? That didn't sound like something Damien Mehrunes would do... He was late. Like a bitch. And he was clueless about it. He got there with a smile from ear to ear and a happily wagging tail behind him. "Burke!" he greeted from afar the exact moment he came to view. He didn't care if he was late to his lessons, he was the son of the Alpha, a concept he'd learnt recently, and he could do as he pleased. He was a prince. And soon he would be an assassin

"We goin'a fight today?" he asked excitedly as he came closer in a hurried gallop.