Class of creating trouble

Corvus’ smile was the infectious sort, and soon Ru’s tongue darted from his muzzle in a puppy's goofy-grin. He was surprised that the adult was taking his question seriously - that, coupled with the fact he wasn’t telling him off for being out late nosing by the border, meant the bark-toned wolf must be a good sort.

The boy gave a few nods of encouragement at the explanation. “Wouldn’t that mean it would go away real easy? What if it was windy, or snowy, how would someone know this was our turf?”

Oh! And he was family. His tail wagged a little harder, and he bounded closer, stopping in front of Corvus and reaching up, balancing on his back paws to give the older wolf a kiss on the nose. “I’m senryū, but you can call me Ru!”


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