Two Rivers Isle Twisted sanity

He listened as his queen spoke, eyes alight with interest at the mention of training. Memories of his father blurred his vision as he remembered observing his older siblings practice from the safety of the nest. He had been too young to really take in any information he was giving them, yet he had enjoyed watching them spar through his puppyish periwinkle blue eyes. Lost in thought, he recalled his sisters squirming body beside him, her rich scent filling his glands as he had snuggled beside her in the moss bed, the warmth of his mothers figure calming his writhing self and lulling him into a daze. Only when Malice spoke again did the boy realise he had drifted off into his own slumber, head snapping up as he returned her chuckle with a small smile, auds flicking in irritation as he scattered crystalline droplets into the forested clearing. "I trust your word," he spoke quietly, rising to his paws and stretching out his limbs, maw parting in a large yawn. "I'll let you get back to your sons, they'll probably be mad at me for tiring you out." He offered her a gentle wave of his tail as he allowed the rain to sift through his mud-spattered pelt, glad to have it as a source of relief after the spar.