Circle of Life

Dhiren couldn't contain or even hide his excitement and it didn't seem like he was trying to contain anyway. Cherokee's little mini-me perked his little ears, similarly mismatched eyes dancing with delight as he rose to his tiny paws, turning around in an excited circle barking happily. An amused chuckle rumbled in the man's ebony chest as he watched his only son jump up at his face, trying to reach it and obviously failing due to the significant amount of height difference. So instead of his father's face, the boy went to grab a foreleg, pulling at the fur attached to it, growling playfully. He promptly released his father, who shook his leg to lessen the throbbing that had arisen because of his son's bite, taking the boy's antics all in stride.


At motioning for him to follow, Dhiren took off like a little speeding bullet, rocketing past Cherokee and into a nearby brush of foliage, crashing through the greenery and hidden branches on the other side, a loud oomph echoing from where Dhiren had been. The large ebony man rushed towards the foliage, dark brows furrowing together as he looked for the boy's tiny figure, a grown tugging at his lips when Dhiren resurfaced, pieces of branches protruding from his dark pelt. The frown soon disappeared and turned once again into amusement as his son told him to keep on going, never forgetting to ask what the plan for the day was. Cherokee smiled, leaning down to pull the protruding roots from Dhiren's pelt before answering his question. Just patrolling. We're going to walking around all of our home, looking for wolves who want to live here. He tried explaining his duty to the boy in the simplest of terms with the least amount of confusion.



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