Don't Cry Snowman

The young pup tilted his regalia towards his right, bi colored gaze pondering the King question for a moment before he parted his lips, Aren't festivities for grown ups? his boyish tones rose in question. Mother told him not to answer a question with another question but he judged that the male question was more rethorical than his own.

Dancing? He never seen other lupines dance before. His mind raced over this parents first, he had never seen them dance before, nor had he witnessed other adults doing any of the three actions the King mentioned. It was not long before his mind raced to Tythe and of course the other pup would endeavour in such trivial activities but he found all of them appalling. Are there any festivals for killing? high pitched tone mused the question, his auditory system perked at the words and if that was not a sign of excitement than the tip of his tail lazily wagging left and right was a definite sign. I could catch a fox. he puffed his tiny chest forward and rose his chin in order to display more of his confidence.

Mordecai