Mister Gorbachev...

At last he was home, and he didn't waste any time in fully exploring his home and spending as much time as he could with his dad. The scars on his back had healed, but they would forever serve as a reminder to be more careful. At least until he was big enough to fend off larger animals like hawks. Heaving a sigh of boredom, Tyto took to walking near the border to see if maybe one of his siblings was around. Also, he was curious about the pack next door...but he was hesitant in going to that side of the border mostly because he didn't know them, and he didn't really feel like being taken away again. Not that he was sure if the neighbors would steal him away...Abaven had...and he didn't like them for that. He cursed them under breath, glad he didn't have to spend one more boring day over there. His mother hadn't come with them, and he wasn't sure why. He thought his mom and dad loved each other, but perhaps his mom liked the other pack better? He wasn't sure. Whatever the case, he didn't want to think about it much right now. There were far more interesting things to do in the comfort of his own pack.

"Hello!" Like that for example! His head rose pretty quick and he cocked it to the side as he wondered who that was. It didn't sound like any of his siblings, or the other pups that were in the pack for that matter. He was curious, and by the sound of it...that voice had come from near the border where one of the neighboring packs was. Curiosity would override his hesitation, however, and he hurried to find out who it was that had called. As he approached, he kept himself somewhat hidden as he peeked around a tree that almost sat on the edge of the border. His eyes grew wide when he saw another pup, except...this pup didn't look like any pup he'd seen before. His fangs were longer than his own, and his feet looked weird! Was he deformed? "Who the heck are you?" He questioned cautiously.