He seemed to consider his mother’s words carefully; more than anything else in the world he loved the pheasants an fat quails his father brought for them on occasion and the thought of getting them himself was something the young pup had never considered. “How d’ I do that?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, the pear completely forgotten about. Rogdar had a growing need to be the center of attention and had quickly learned that the best way to get the attention of their grandfather and parents was by being better than his brothers. His young mind had already begun to envision his brothers grumbling enviously as his family showered him with praise while he stood over the body of a deer with antlers twice his size. He realized then how much he wanted that, how much he needed that, and suddenly pears and apples had lost all their appeal to him.
