A slim shape padded to the Highledge, as he let out a growl. They were crushing him-not knowing he was there. He was so small, so tiny. Perhaps that would change when he aged. They would respect him. He would make sure of it.

"Who's my mentor?" he whined.

"Sharpfang," whispered one.

"Ok," he replied.

Sharpfang smiled. "Come on."