He'd been assigned a patrol, actually assigned one instead of his solo treks around the edges of the territory he'd been doing for ages. He was practically giddy with excitement, or as giddy as the laid-back yearling ever got. He'd been assigned a partner too, another big chance for him, and he waited for the other male to seek him out after the meeting to do their patrol, because after all Revenge was the older and higher ranked wolf, and Atreides assumed he'd be the one calling the shots. So he'd waited. And waited. And waited. He didn't lose his cheerful outlook but it quickly became clear that Revenge wasn't really interested in stepping up to perform this duty for the pack. Well, Trei wasn't going to let one wolf's laziness keep him from proving himself. He had waited long enough. Waited for this chance... waited for Revenge. He was done waiting. So finally Atreides made his way to the oft-neglected Orchard and, drawing himself up to a height that outside of Imperium might have been considerable, and called out for Revenge to join him. If he had to he'd go figure out where Revenge lived and drag him out by his tail, but he was going to do this patrol. A snort and a grin erupted from the boy as he envisioned that farcical picture in his head.
