Moonspear BWP5—siren

Even if Dragomir was the most modest of creatures alive—and with Vercingetorix for a sire and his father's traits in his blood, that wasn't likely to be the case—he would struggle to hide the flush of pleasure that stole across his face when Hydra complimented his resolve. The smile that crookedly lifted his lips was brief but genuine. How strange to be seen as something other than just a burden, although he couldn't know whether the private thoughts of Moonspear's leadership truly aligned with what they told him. He was not a burden. He was an inspiration, or could be, if he kept on this path.

Even though talking about it made him feel a lot better, Dragomir didn't want to dwell on his injury or his training or how he stacked up against the other cubs, and was thankful that Hydra was happy to talk defence and offence with him. Well, Dragomir mused, chewing the inside of his cheek a moment and letting his gaze wander while he tried to recall what Arcturus had said. He said I should always know my surroundings, like those rocks— Here he indicated a cluster of boulders higher up the slope, —could hide enemies, or I could use them to hide from my enemies. He said there are times you need to stay and protect what you have and times you need to attack. That there's ... What were the exact words Arcturus had used?

... balance! Balance in everything. All of this had made sense to him at the time, but Dragomir sheepishly admitted that, I didn't do very good putting it into practice though. He stole my stick so easily.