Snarls and grunts could be heard. Slashing of bark and the tearing on branches. A reasonable size pup dug and gripped at a small oak tree. His ebony fur bristled, his claws and fangs shown. Banner thrashing rappidly as he attacked the tree in front of him. His action swift but messy.
'I will be a warrior...not a whatever it is i am ment to be' he thought to himself. His mind racing with many thoughts of battle and blood. His mind loveing the details his mind went into of the gore and the pain. Oh how he loved it so. He was his father.
Zander walked around the tree for a moment, observing the cut outs of bark, the claws gashes and the teeth chunks. Nodding his head he smirked coyly. Shaking off his peltage he settled down by the tree. His mind in thought 'to be a warrior i must have strenght' he nodded his head, 'Already with that.' he released a yawn and thought some more on 'How to become a Warrior'