Hunt training

Small ears reached for the sky when the familiar call of his family being summoned breached through the treeline. Though it had been awhile, sitting around by the den day in and day out wasn't the most exciting thing in the world. Besides, this sounded important, so Bas decided to drag his tiny butt to whatever it was that required him and his siblings to attend. On the way there, he couldn't help but wonder what had happened this time. Which of his siblings had done something to upset Frostbite this time? Why wasn't Torin calling them? It was weird, and tiny pup curiosity got the better of him, making his paws move faster across the packlands.

When the familiar russet man came into view, Bas would come to a stop just mere feet away, his head tilted to the side as he spoke. "Whaaaat did we do now?" His tiny voice was wary, uncertain of the punishment that was to be given. In his mind, that was the only thing being called by Frost could mean, because it was all that he knew. If this wasn't something bad, it might just knock the rainbow stripe right off his back.