Heron Lake Plateau Staring at the great wide open

Colt shot another bemused look at Raven before nodding in response to the boy's question.  Rival.  Competitor, nemesis, friendly enemy?  Enemy was a little harsh, but if you wanted to get specific, a rival was an enemy of sorts.  Just not a bad one.

Havin a rival is good for ya, means you gotta work hard to be better than this old man, he added jokingly, with a grin and a stretch.  He wondered what Svalinn would think of that little revelation.