Two Rivers Isle Tag, you're it

After a night of soundless sleep, it was good to be reminded of another's voice. It was a way to make him feel more awake and bonded to the present day rather than drowning in the past. His tail buffed the dry ground as he listened to her speak, watching with a curious gaze as her tassel lashed behind her. The anticipation of learning had the boy intrigued, of not a little nervous, and he let his tongue protrude slightly to dampen his nose; a trait he had gained from his father.

At the mention of trades, he thought back to his conversation with Burke and how he had mentioned Shink had the potential to become a successful guardian should he strive in that direction. "Im thinking about the mercinary trade," he voiced eventually, his muzzle crinkling in thought. "Though perhapse scout," he added, visualising the feeling of running upon open ground and exploring new lands. "It would remind me that I am still free even within the confines of a pack." In all honesty, he didn't have a path thought out for himself yet but the urge to prove his worth to Burke led him to finish his speach there.