As the sun peeks into the opening of the den that holds the three of them sleeping soundly it is Mortz who twitches lightly in his sleep, the dreams don't come as frequently these days as he ages but they are still there, haunting his sleep no matter what he tries to do. The night had been frought with dangers that lurked around every corner he seemed to turn, ever alley way that took him deeper into the den of the she-bear. She was always there, teasing him, taunting him. Never coming within reach since the dream he'd had were she'd almost eaten him whole. As he lays, his back to Weylins he twitches again, his nose taking in the smell of damp air as the night had brought rain to the costal pack.

It twitches again and he finds he is woken by the smell, it's not a bad smell, it smells fresh like spring should smell, it forced him to wake up, to see the light and know that the darkness can not consume him whole. As his golden eyes flicker into wakefullness as he lays there looking around the den. He looks at the roots of a near by tree, their tiny shoots wrapping around a rock and holding it firm to the wall. After several minutes of staring at the wall he rolls over onto his belly from his side, his eyes looking around the rest of the den, soon he would be to big to stay with his parents, soon he'd have to learn to live on his own for the most part.

He cherished every moment he's gotten with Selene, she had really stepped up to the role of mother and he was happy to have her around, knowing that she was young made it all that much more special to him. He was her first pup to take care of, and as he grew up and got healthy he knew she was doing a good job. Weylin, the man had found him helplessly crying over his lost litter mates and mother, had firmly taken him in and done what most wouldn't have done. Many would have left him to die there without his mothers feedings, just rot away like the rest of them, for this he is proud to be called one of Weylin's sons. Adopted or not. He looks to his father and after a few more moments of thought he softly nudges Weylin's back, reaching over quietly and taking his ear tentitively in his mouth full of sharp tiny baby teeth and giving it a soft tug.

He was hoping to let mother sleep a bit longer, but he wondered if maybe on this day if father would teach him a few things, like at the hunt were he'd watched the whole pack take down the sea lion, he needed to learn to be a great fighter, so that he could keep them all safe from the she-bear, he wanted to wear her teeth and claws as a prize, to have her pelt as a bed one day. One day he would get that far. Till then, he would have to learn all he could and become something he hoped that they would all be able to trust with their lives. He didn't want to lose again. He wouldn't, couldn't fail this pack like he had his own tiny little family. It's hard to believe that such a young pup holds that sort of burden but he does.

"talks like this"