Class of creating trouble

Corvus was happy to talk him through the scent-marking process, and the boy grinned. Did that mean if he walked along after his dad, his scent would make up a part of the message that said ‘bugger off!’ wicked.

Busted. He slowly lowered his front paws back to the earth, and turned up the puppy charm, wiggling his tail, and looking up at Corvus with big, blue, loving eyes. They were family right. Corvus didn’t want to tell him off, Right? and then it hit him. Corvus had said ’we’ did he have a friend in this adult?

“I kinda wanted to see what was on the other side of that border. Like, does the world change really dramatically, can you really see the difference? Between Abaven-” he put one paw down dramatically. ‘And ‘other” he put his other paw down, but a fair distance away from the first. Then looked up at Corvus with a hopeful grin.


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