Moonspear when was the last time one of these dicks killed a motherfucking mythical beast

You need to do something with your life, said his brother's voice in his head. Stingray waved it away. It was always the same, always an accusation of having abandoned his brother or a reminder that he was insignificant. If not for it wearing Swordfish's eyes and voice, Ray might be able to ignore it outright.

What could Stingray even do that was worth anything? He liked to travel and see new places, but aside from his brief trip to Moonglow, the boy had been glued to Moonspear for fear of hurting his parents. Suppose the bear was still out there and he never came home? Besides, that didn't really benefit the pack any, and in his present funk, even traveling had lost all appeal.

He was an okay hunter, but it wasn't something he was passionate about. Healing and stargazing were well beyond his capabilities. He was hardly confident enough to think he could be any sort of advisor or counselor. Stories? He could tell silly ones to his sisters, but he lacked the silver tongue to make storytelling an actual role for himself. He supposed he was good at looking after his siblings and might be good at caring for other pups, too, but who would trust some nobody with their kids besides his parents?

Yep, there was simply nothing worthwhile that he felt he could do.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Sialuk, who dipped her head to him as if he was not, in fact, some nobody. She was the pack leader. Surely had better things to do with her time? Feeling self-conscious about the truth, Stingray came to a slow stop with his head appropriately lowered and rolled his shoulders in a shrug. Um, exploring, I guess. By now he had been up and down the mountain half a dozen times and knew its surface almost as well as he had known Dragoncrest. There was nothing left to explore but the many caves.

He couldn't very well admit to doing nothing, though. Not to his leader, even if he knew that she knew better.