Jade Fern Grove a lion born of things you cannot be

Jorunn's steps paused, ceasing automatically and instinctively his ears slunk down when he heard his adopted mother call out to him, inquiring if he was running away. “No,” Jorunn responded to Bazi. He had no reason, and frankly, no motivation to lie to her. He hasn't been running away. “I'm just exploring.” There was no sense in not exploring their new home. Knowing it's layout in full, now that he was older and growing bigger by the day would help him in becoming one of it's wardens. Beyond knowing in the marrow of his bones that he was meant to be a warrior and warden he was still left with a blank space when he tried to think about what trade he wanted to be his tertiary; though he figured knowing two of three was a good step in the right direction and it would give him time to focus upon and earn them, first. “I want to be a warden and warrior,” He declared, having withheld these ambitions to his adoptive family for quite some time. “Learning the land, knowing it's secrets that would help.” Because while Jorunn was the kind of man that would fight like a demon unafraid of death on the battlefield — they would know he was coming — he was not above deception, admittedly. If he knew the layout of the land like the back of his paw it would give him numerous tactical advantages ...or at least so he thought. 

She inquired about “it”, asking Jorunn if he'd seen it yet. Despite her vagueness there was no need to be specific — Jorunn was intelligent and grasped at what she was subtly hinting at. It was their secret, he guessed. The bear. In some ways, knowing that it was out there, that Bazi shared the information with him made the Lodbrok feel important but at the same time it scared him. Especially knowing that if he didn't do what she and Scimitar asked she would throw him to the Bear. That their protection was all that stood between it and him. A shiver rippled down the length of Jorunn's spine as he thought about it. “No,” He breathed, voice barely more than a whisper, in case anyone else was listening in. “Not yet.” But as innocent and naive as any child was, he did not question her or the fact that it could have very well followed them.