Since his first meeting with the Primo he had been absolutely hooked. He hadn’t had the chance to see him on his own, gods knew his stupid sisters were always getting in his way and hogging everything. Cloud was alright he supposed but the girls drove him mad.
He wandered through the pack lands, nose to the ground, attempting to follow the all too familiar scent of the fearless leader, the short spike of his tail flickering as he walked. His movements were awkward, his paws still far too big for his body, but he was determined to find Bass. He wasn’t sure what to expect from the leader but he hoped it would be another lesson. While Derecho-his least favorite sister- spent her time learning to hunt and fight Tyranis preferred the life of an intellectual, learning as much as he could whenever he could.
He had to have spent a good hour following the scent before stopping to rest on a sun baked rock, exhausted from trying to control his bumbling body. He was beginning to wonder if he should just turn around and go home, maybe hope that Bass would come to see them again to teach them something new, but that would mean his attention would be divided among his sisters. Just the thought of that made him wrinkle his nose. No. He couldn’t give up.
