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- talking textToddling from the den was an easy feat this morning. His mother was heavy in slumber from the dark child keeping her up all night. He wished to see the giant circle in the moon. He dreamt it to be the eye of the Sky Wolf who was always growling and crying (what he calls Thunder). A pale silvery eye that watched over the land as the dark Thorben and mother slept tight in the den.So far visits had been scarce. Only Hudson and that one dark wolf, Titan, had visited him. He wished to see more. Know who all else lived in the lands with us. He had been told of a "Grandma Nina" that ruled the lands as queen. While this was exciting it caused the little Daniel some confusion. Shouldn't his mother had been the queen? She was the only strong female figure in his life that his young mind had come to know so far. Of course it might have explained some things that this Grandma Nina was queen. If his mother was always tending to his needs then she couldn't be queen, could she?
Running along into the deeper of the thickets his leg began to grow tired. Luckily he had made it close enough to see the pack dens. He didn't think he had made it this far before. Peeking around his high pitched voice yipped out. "Gramnina!" Well that didn't go as plan. The two words collided to make some sort of mess that certainly wasn't Grandma Nina. Making his way into the entrance his rump slammed into the ground.
"Why can't I talk like Huton or Ma?"