Supersonic Rocketship

Jupiter was on the prowl. He was getting kind of bored hanging around the old Imperium lands. The only ones who really called it home were either old farts or that one dude with the caged critters, and none of them could provide the kind of companionship he craved. He wanted to hang out with wolves his own age. Wolves who had similar interests and who thought they way he did. The old farts were...well, old. And kind of dull to be honest.

So now Jupiter found himself quite some distance from home, the old farts long behind him. He was purposeless at the moment, but his eyes roved his surroundings in search of something useful to take back with him. Perhaps, he thought as he eyed the pool at his paws, he could find a stone fit for knapping or a bit of metal that could be twisted into something useful.

He crouched down and began to fish around in the pool with a paw.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”