lessons for lost boys

Desolate heard Theory's call and for a long moment considered ignoring it. After all, he had no father and his mother was gone. Who would really punish him if he decided he didn't want to listen to the rules? Unfortunately the summons were from the alpha herself, and Des didn't need a parent to teach him that it wasn't wise to ignore the word of the alpha. He padded through towards the bay, catching sight of the young leader as she stood out and watched the waves beat against the shore. Rhyme taught him to fish once, maybe Theory was calling for something equally as fun.

He moved in closer, his puppy paws barely sinking into the sand. Her back was to him, so he called out to her. "I'm here." Typical of the boy, there was attitude in his tone though he didn't intend it. Sometimes his emotions got away from him and he couldn't quite understand why. "What are we doing here?" It wasn't often the alpha called for him, though certainly she had a good reason for tearing him away from his rabbit hunting.