Blacktail Deer Plateau heavy is the head that wears the crown

For @Lasher and @Eilidh -- warrior training. :)

Restless, the youth drifted through the territory, his ears splayed back to his skull and his mind lost within his thoughts. The autumn days were becoming crisper – something the youth did not mind, and he knew winter would soon be upon them – soon, he and his siblings would be a year old.
 
The thought was a welcoming one, though it only spurred him forward to gaining at least one trade before the day came. Casmir was actively seeking outrider, and his twin was doing quite well at it. But where did that leave him?
 
He knew what his aspirations were.. but not quite how to grasp them. With his nose drifting downward, the yearling began to trail along the scent of his father, hoping to seek the man out.