Like a bad dream

The young pup had been too curious to see it as an opening, but as his father raised a paw in a gesture to stand down, he realised his dad had expected him to see it as one. He knew he needed to learn to think like his father, to be the wolf his father desired him to be. He wanted nothing more in life than he did to make his dad proud. He leaned back on his hunches, as through standing down from a strike.

His eyes still searching to find what had made the noise and caught his fathers attention. He saw it a moment after his dad, the alligator, with the weird deformities across its body. It was infected, in a way much of the pack had been when Bas had been born. The normal, or so he had thought, until the bodies of those he knew had come ‘right’

He found his father scrutinising him, and he met his fathers look with his chin raised. Through his heart beat quickly in his chest, what was his father planning? There was something in the older wolfs eyes… and then he called Basilisk forward. He knew then that Azure intended him to find the Alligator, perhaps even to do so alone?

“Yes, Father” he said, for he knew it was the only answer he could give. To his relief, his father didn’t intend for him to take this challenge alone. He watched as his dad circled the beast, taking its attention with him. As the Alligator turned, the boy crouched, baring his teeth in silent aggression. Right. Fierce, strong. He could do this. He leapt before his resolve could determine if he was afraid or not, landing on its back, and diggin in his sharp little claws. His still-growing dire canines already bent down, digging into its flesh.


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