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

Ysmir could often be found by the barn, he had found a talent in hunting the rats that lived there. Maybe rats weren’t the most impressive prey but he was getting really good at killing the prolific rodents. His attention wouldn’t stay on his hunting for very long, as the call rang out for the puppies of the pack he caught sight of Dag running in that direction. His massive paws carried him after his sister and the quiet boy followed up behind her as the two of them arrived at their teacher’s paws.

The man was vaguely familiar, at least in the sense that Ysmir could quickly place him in the list of extended relatives. His scent revealed much information as well, but he guessed that Dag’s question would reveal the most. He couldn’t get a name from smelling his uncle. The star marked boy lowered himself to his haunches, dual toned gaze focused on Ash as he started to get excited about a lesson.