Devil you know

Mojito was nearly a season away from being a full-year-old and frankly, he didn't feel like it. The boy had come to terms with the fact he likely would never grow to the towering heights much of his family did, he'd be lucky if he surpassed his father at this rate, and while his horns had finally grown in it hadn't been for a lack of headaches and it hadn't stopped the scornful stares of his cousins. No the horns weren't what they hated about him, it was the way his ears flopped and were covered in long fur, it was the way his fur grew in wavy rows and the way his tail fur draped in a long curtain unlike his lupine cousins. He'd spent a decent amount of time wishing he could have looked more like his mom, which was perhaps ironic because aside from the doglike traits he bore he was plainly his mother's son. But that had also been a painful wish, he loved his father, his father was someone he looked up to and he'd not take any slight against him.

He'd pulled himself from the den that morning and decided to move into the bulk of the packlands. He walked now with a sort of angry pride. He kept his head held high, and would jerk it slightly at the slightest provocation, flashing his horns as a sort of warning. Mojito finally decided to go for a swim, enjoying the turn of the season and splashing through the waters. What he wouldn't give for some friendly company. The poor boy had too few friends outside his brother and sister, and though he'd not admit it the half-wolf was lonely.

"Speech!"

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