teach me how to celebrate

Desolate pressed close to Theory's leg as the other pup barreled in, her energy not like any he'd seen often from the other Abaven pups. His siblings were generally quiet, and his eyes widened as she began a slew of questions. Forefront in his mind was the girl's announcement of her dad, the Alpha of Winterfell. He didn't think it was fair that this pup had parents and they were royalty, when Desolate barely had a parent at all. "Dad's sound stupid." He announced boldly. "I don't have a dad, I'm allowed to do whatever I want." It was half-truth, and while Theory still stood beside him the little pup thought highly of his cousin and knew there was no way she'd make him look bad in front of the other child by exposing his somewhat-lie. He looked up at his alpha fondly before looking back to Winter. "I don't ever get in trouble, either." Desolate added after a pause, trying to think of more to say that could make his life look better then the princess' could be.