Being a Pirate is all Right to Be (Pup Fight Training!)

Dagrún shook the stick back and forth until it finally broke. Picking one of the pieces up in her mouth she trotted off toward the barn to bury it somewhere. She'd save it for later if there was a project she wanted to do or she'd see if she could get some worms or something to find it. Dag's ears pricked up as the pups were being called but an unfamiliar voice. She quickly raced to the barn and stuffed her stick in the corner before going to see who called. She bounded through the grasses and took a hard right at the maple tree when she saw a figure in the distance. As she drew closer she realized it was an old man that had called them. He didn't look familiar but she hadn't met many of her pack mates yet so she'd just have to ask. She settled down in the grass.

"Hi! Who are you?" She sat down and cocked her head to the side.