Mortz has decided it was time to get out into the pack and start meeting others, perhaps learn from them, he wants to be a fighter and watching the hunt had created re-newed feelings within his yearling brain. He wanted to be the best of the best, and do that ment he would have to start training soon before he got lazy like others had. Not that he was naming names, he didn't know many wolves within Glorall so there for he couldn't name names. He had a bad dream last night, the bear returned to Glorall to find him and finish him off. It had snuck around the packland seemingly empty of all else but the mother-bear and Mortz, he didn't realise this at the time, but when the large paws began to rip through the den he shared with Selene and Weylin. He'd cried out in fright, feeling smaller and smaller than he should feel.

The great paw and reached in, flipping around like the paw in the skittles commercial grabbing at anything it could reach and pulling it out of the den and into the open. The sounds of flesh being torn from limbs and bodies had driven Mortz to the back of the dream's den, quaking in his invisible boots he'd watched as one last time it reached into the den, appearing to grow in length until it atlast reached him. It pulled sharply, long claws taking hold of baby fur and skin and ripping holes in his sides. He'd cried out in pain this time, his fear of death evident as he struggled to be free of the great paw but it wasn't enough and soon he was ripped from the darkness and into the blinding light of day, the she-bear opened her big mouth full of sharp teeth and began to move Mortz and her paw into her mouth.

When he'd woken all others within the den were gone, light poured through the opening and if he could have he would be covered in sweat but his breath comes in deep gasps, panting harshly his sides raise and fall in a high beat as if his heart were about to jump right out of his chest with ever beat. Slowly, he'd gotten up, slowly he'd shaken his head. "Stupid dreams" he said shaking his head to rid himself of all thoughts that had infiltraited his mind. Slowly he'd pulled his ever growing form from the den and into the blinding light of the world of Glorall. He needed to take a walk, to clear his mind. It was probably not the best idea for him to go and check out the new structure....

As he spots it, he sniffs to smell atleast a familiar smell, someone he'd met but never actually met... if that's possible. He slowly gets closer, until movement is heard within and he halts his progress. Although he is a yearling, he's much bigger than he should be. His body has yet to fill out to the same volume as his paws, long legs seem gawky or gangly, he had decamped from the den so swiftly he hadn't been able to check his appearence or figure out if he smelled to bad for others, frankly he hadn't even cared if he had run into another wolf at this point. Large floppy ears flick forwards slightly, he would be a big strong boy when he got old enough to actually start fighting.

Within an instant though the dreams flash back at him as the wolf leaps from within the self-made shelter, his heart beat escalates a hundred times faster than it had before, it takes him off guard and he lets out a low growl that leaves his lips but as the wolf circles him he remains in a position to defend without appearing like he would attack. The facial features of the other wolf do not register within his fear and anger clouded mind as non-threatening but the prince of Glorall does not care about this as the wolf begins to circle him.

"talks like this"