Class of creating trouble

Senryū jumped in surprise at the sudden voice. He had been so caught up in his task, he hadn’t realised any others were about. In fact, the entire purpose of his mischief was to do it in the unknown of the night. He eyed the tan wolf cautiously, wondering exactly how much trouble he was in. When he realised what the other wolf had asked, he grinned. It would seem that he was in the clear. His tail gave a light, joyful wag behind him. He vaguely remembered this wolf. He had seen him in passing, but so far the pack was just a blur of faces and names past his own immediate family.

“Oh… uh… I was looking for that pack scent, it seems to be just below the surface too, but no further. Is it supposed to sink into the ground ‘doyouthink?” he asked, shaking dirt from his paws and taking a step back from his hole. He didn’t know this wolf very well, but perhaps he could enlist him to get into some trouble with Ru.

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