How it Was Supposed to Be

That was the shit part about not being in a pack, perhaps the only shit part. Clouse wasn't just raising himself and Scully had learned quickly that he was not nurturing. Avella was right though, if it wasn't them that taught him, the kid wouldn't learn at all and would stay a baby forever. Scully groaned, and his itchy paws drew him to another of the fallen monoliths. He hopped atop it and busied himself with idle investigation of it's surface and smells.

In all honesty, Avella was probably the sole reason Scully hadn't already managed to get Clouse killed.

"He's just so annoying," he announced, voice heavy with exasperation as he let his paws slide out dramatically from underneath him, draping over the stone slab. It wasn't a good excuse and he knew that, but it was the truth. Even when Clouse wasn't bitching he just had that kicked-fawn look in his eyes that drove Scully crazy. He supposed he wanted the kid to toughen up.

"You should take lead on the feeding-yourself-stuff and I'll stick to teaching him how to survive getting jumped."

Yes, Scully took great glee in occasionally tackling Clouse without any warning and subjecting him to a good surprise tussle. His favorite times were when the kid screamed like he just saw Godzilla rising from the ocean. Scully slipped off the fallen ruin and returned to his sister's side. He supposed they might as well be getting back to Clouse and moving on again. It was wisest to assume that someone from the Dell was right on their tail, less they get caught from the start and the game end far too soon.

"My thoughts exactly. We'll need more than our own eyes if we wanna keep the upper paw. Let's get Clouse."