Love Is Not A Weakness [Meeting]

He giggled as his mother brushed against him, the façade of mentally mature pup fading as he saw the red woman he had seen in the Thicket. His tail wagged as he gave a short bark in her direction. He had been scared when he first saw her, and had mistaken her for a male, but once he learned she belonged to Abaven he had melted into the cheerful pup he was…Around adults anyway. One of the stragglers had caught his eye; what was it? It most definitely wasn’t a wolf with its bright orange fur and long legs but what else could it be if it was part of the pack?

Bass spoke and it broke his fascinated hold on the creature, his chest swelling with pride as he was formally introduced. Bass told them to start thinking about what they wanted to become and to him the answer was immediate. He waited for the leader to finish his announcements before he spoke, loudly and clearly for all of Abaven to know: “I already know what I wasn’t to be Bass!” He said excitedly, his eyes wide and tail wagging feverishly. “I’m going to be Primo, just like you!” He declared. When he was Primo he would get to boss around everyone, and they would have to do what he said because otherwise they would be traitors. Most of all, he would finally get rid of his stupid sisters, and they would never make their mother worry again.

No one knew his true intentions, for now it was nothing but the brave declaration of an over-zealous pup with great aspirations, but one day it would no doubt come to haunt them all.

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