Little whipper snappers

Of course he heard his father's howl and he knew he should attend the training, but... did he want to. That was the question. He was having so much fun playing hide and seek with Aquila and learning how to communicate with him better. Plus they were learning how to hunt and fight together and that seemed way more exciting than the training his father would do. Plus... He just knew his dad was going to be expecting a bunch from him and he just didn't want to do that today. But at the same time he knew if he missed the training he'd never hear the end of it when he went back to their den that night.

With a sigh he did finally turn and run off to go to the training area, but by the time he arrived he quickly realized that he was the last one there and he could feel from the look he got from his father that they had been waiting on him. His ears flicked uncomfortably, but it was too late for him to escape this now. He found a spot behind a couple of the other pups and sat down on his haunches, pointedly looking at the ground off to the side so that he wasn't actually looking at his dad... though he did keep an ear turned toward him to listen.

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