Kicking Down The Door

As the pup laid against the rock, his body curled and his eyes closed, his ears twitched at the sound of a commotion. It was delightful in comparison with the nothingness he'd been surrounded by. The boy lifted his head, stretching out his body and getting to his paws. Hopeful that what he was hearing would lead him to at least something better than his current situation, he started toward the bickering. Just then, he saw a beautiful figure jump up on a boulder. The woman spotted him and quickly asked him who he was. He smiled, ignoring her anger and more than happy to meet her and introduce himself.

He bounded over to where the other she-wolf was; yet another beauty to behold. He was starting to feel rather blessed - perhaps this strange rocky place was not so bad after all. He glanced between the two females, not really understanding nor caring for their adult talk. Shrugging, he looked to the woman who's coat was painted with the energy of Earth's elements. "I'm Jareth," the pup stated, then tilted his head, “So, who the fuck are you? And you?" The boy mimicked the woman's way of asking for information, not really understanding the meaning behind it but figuring he might sound more adult-like if he asked her in the same way. He simply wanted to know the names of both beauties so he'd know how to address them. Then perhaps he'd let them know he was hungry. Adults knew what to do about that, right?