You are grounded young man!

After he spoke his words, everything began to happen so fast. Celestin began to complain about unfair treatment between the two of them, and Bastyan nearly rolled his eyes at the comment. He felt treated differently? Bas was the runt and treated like he might hurt himself just by breathing. Next thing he knew, their beautiful mother was bounding towards them, closing both of the boys into a hug and nearly suffocating poor little Bas. While he expected harsh words, he was surprised to hear concern. He took one sideways glance at Celestin before smiling back at his mother. "Yes, mom, we're fine. We missed you." The colorful pup stood up on his hind legs to give his mother's cheek a good long lick, his tail wagging softly behind him. No matter what, Bastyan would always have a special spot in his heart for his mother.

Next to arrive was their brother, Blaise. His words were quick and harsh, full of hate Bas couldn't quite place. Even since they were very young, Blaise had always been a bit of a jerk, and even though his words might ring some truth, that didn't spare him from being a monster. Immediately Bas stood up and walk to stand beside Celestin, anger evident in his features as his tiny lips began to curl upwards, his ears flatten against his skull.  "What have you done to deserve a spot handed to you, Blaise?" He spat, ready for more harsh words, but again, the world moved too fast.

Next to appear was their darling sister, Priscilla. She stood in front of both of the brothers, against Blaise, and unleashed a whole world of anger on the red male. Immediately Bastyan's eyes widen and turned to Celestin wondering if he had any clue where this came from. Priscilla was always such a nice sister, at least from what he could remember... so who was this before them? Bas liked her like this, especially since her fury was turned on Blaise. Suddenly Zell was there, yelling at him too. When did he get here? So many wolves were popping up, Bas could hardly keep track. He would finally just sit back down, realizing the world was spinning too fast for him anyway and he would just watch the show from now on.

Uncle Torin, who had always been kind and quiet, sudden unleashed. Bastyan didn't know what rank anyone held anymore, but it sounded like Uncle Torin was pretty high up now a days. He sat and listened, silently happy that Celestin and him would be spared such a dishonorable rank. But their punishment was truly that; a punishment. Cel and him would be trapped in their homeland until they were a year old, required to have an adult or adult permission to go anywhere. He wanted so badly to groan, but he knew if he had complained, his punishment would be worse. He looked up to his uncle, a sad smile on his face. "Yes, Uncle Torin." He would then walk over to Priscilla, rubbing his tiny form against hers in a sort of greeting and thanking. As he walked by Blaise, he would glare at him, still not understanding his anger towards either of his siblings. Once he was by Jewell he would lean against her long legs, looking back towards Celestin. She would lead them back and he would be very glad. His tiny paws were very sore from walking all day. He would just be glad to be sleeping in his old den once again.