Brotherly love? meh. Tolerance?

Kids were kind of like snow right after its fallen Misery imagined.  A blanket of white with no history but time would put marks on it, whether blood, pawprints, objects falling on it, or whatever else.  What Misery had in front of him was mostly a white landscape.  Sure, the boy had some time with his siblings and mom to garner an opinion but there was a lot of shaping that could easily be done.  He was cheerful and seemed eager to make friends.   It was easy for Misery to smile at the boy, he was imagining how useful it could be if trained right, to leave Misery’s signature over the landscape.  He wasn’t fully sold yet, the boy had further tests to prove himself.

“Well, Macabre or Mac then for preference?” Misery slowly stood up, glancing southward thoughtfully as he added “I’m planning to head to the tree line.” A tilt of his head to consider the pup, “So, I don’t care if you stay out here and see if mom minds or not, that’s on you.” An eyebrow twitched upward, “or you can come with me if you plan to use the excuse of being watched.”  There was nothing more fun as a kid than exploring and seeing new things.  Misery really hadn’t planned to go that route but it served two purposes, it would likely make the kid enjoy being with him all the more if Misery let him have fun and he could continue testing how far the boy would trust Misery in anything he suggested.  Plenty of fun things to do along the way.  

"Misery"