Class of creating trouble

The tiny dark bean scuttled across the dark Abaven territory. His parents were asleep, and his birdo companion (named Rhyme) had created a dramatic diversion to ensure his parents companions had been sufficiently distracted. Tonight was a night for mischief he just had planned what type yet.

He contemplated clever schemes of catching frogs and tossing them into his family den. The ensuing drama would have been a great deal of fun, but his chances of getting into trouble would have sat at one hundred percent.

He could go for a swim - his parents didn’t like him too near the river. He could check out the pack borders, there were tons of weird scents around there. He could try and swim to the fabled land island territory that supposedly existed.

In the end, he settled for exploring the border. That was a great curiosity for the boy. He found his way there after a few wrong turns, and lowered his head. Sniffing at the territory line, and catching scents of pack wolves he had yet to meet. He began to dig, tossing earth around, wondering if the scent markers went down blow surface level


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