That Girl

The white man hadn't had much interactions with pups in his four years of life, unless his sister counted, but she hadn't been much of a pup. She'd practically been a yearling when everything had happened. But this child here was no yearling. She was only a few months old, somewhere around six if he was taking a guess. She was small, then again most everyone was to him, but she was an interesting little creature. Part of her left ear was missing and she had what appeared to be burn marks on her face, legs and body. She didn't seem aware of her physical differences, happily playing with the rock she'd chosen as her target. He watched in quiet amusement as she pounced towards the rock, swatting at it, growing rather ferociously, -as ferocious as a young pup could manage- telling it to be gone. But then she startled at the sound of his voice, squeaking out a trembling hello before asking him if they were in the same pack because he smelled like her mother. A gentle smile upturned his pale lips, gentle gaze resting on the girl. I'm sorry if I scared you little one. And yes, we are of the same pack. Tortuga is the name. Surely your momma has told you about it?


Not the type of man one could picture with pups, he found himself taking a liking to the young girl. She was rather cute and he could use the practice of interactions with young ones. After all, his wife was due any day now and in about a month or so he would have his own little ones running around, begging for his constant attention


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