teach me how to dougie

Chaos got comfortable so Tyrian did too; sprawling out on his belly with front paws crossed and one back foot kicked out behind him. Tashi, who had finally caught up and just started to reach out as though to jump up on Tyrian's hip right as the yearling lay down, made an exasperated noise in the back of his throat and then ambled off trailing angry puffs of smoke. Tyrian was oblivious.

Tyrian's gaze briefly dropped to the ground as he considered Chaos' words. As he thought he drug a claw in circles in the dirt. He wanted the kind of things his dad talked about having with his pack without having his dad's pack. First of all he was his own man, but secondly things were different now. Tyrian didn't remember any natural disasters or food scarcity in his father's stories. It was the kind of stuff his dad had been prepared for but never experienced unless he kept those stories to himself, which was possible since Tyrian had really only been interested in the fun ones.

His gaze returned to Chaos and he stopped scratching circles. "That makes a lot of sense. Guess I got a lot more to think about." He had so many ideas he thought were worth pursuing. "Okay, which do you think is better, challenging or creating? I would think challenging would make the natives mad and they wouldn't wanna work with you, but you challenged for Legion, right?"