Alone Together

OOC: phone post, bare with me lol

That eas the milliin dollar question, was it not? He was too small to be a worrior or a hunter, that was for sure and due to his prior discussion with their pack Leader the young Lord now knew what his parents ranks were. Father was the mighty Taskmaster, a rank that provided respect and power within the pack; after all why would it had master in it if it was not so. The young pup tilted his own regalia towards his right, pondering for a moment. No, that was not it. He was borm with dominance and superiority as his birth right, walking the Earth and look down at others but he was not meant for muscles nor did he had any desire for them. No, that will not do.

Mother. Now Mother was an officer, it seems; cunning and intelligent, or at least that is what the Leader said. That he could do easily and perhaps one day he can walk into her paw prints and follow such path. ”I shall be an Intelligence Officer.” came the boyish tones of the pup as he rose to hiss full heigh which was smaller than the other and he could not say that did not bother him at least a little bit.

He ran in circles around the pup, one paw in front of the other as his elongated tail flew behind him like a sunset. He circles a few times before he trip on his own accord and put a paw to his forehead. ”Help!” his voice was louder in false theatrics, ”Healer Tythe, help. I think I broke my leg.”