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Derg snorted at the ew. Shitlord.

He reached out a paw to bat Alduin on the head. "Don't be so rude or someone will beat it out of you."

He'd learn one day.

"Someone renamed me Deimos Once; it means Dread Bringer." Definitely a cooler name. But he was Derg, and Derg he shall always be. He smirked. Kynareth really y was something to this kid. Alduin would be worse than Kynareth, he already knew it.
He wondered what Alduin would do if Ky got old and silly. Who was he kidding, Kynareth would refuse to die of old age.

"He is." Derg paused. "There's a war we'll have to go to, Alduin. Some wolves here might not come back, and you'll never see them again."
He watched the boy, eyes soft and tone a little sombre. He wondered if he was taught about war yet.