The little cub was awfully grumpy. He wanted to get away from all the estrogen in his litter. He also knew there was some sort of... distress... that his parents were keeping from him and his siblings. He didn't especially care about just what it might have been. Instead, he was also driven out of the den by that fretting atmosphere. The little black cub sulked around, looking for something he could fight or bite or kick or something. He wanted to take his frustrations out on something, he just didn't know what or how.
Maybe Stor could start training to become a reaver? Others thought he was too young, but he would prove them wrong. He would seek glory, like his dad. He'd be able to defend those weaker than him, like his mom or Kaisa. If only someone could show him where to start...
Tanakako
