The Birth of Something Great

The ride to see their neighbor pack wasn't incredibly interesting, but it was his first time being off of the island so that made it interesting enough for him to at least pay attention while they rode in this cart that they had been loaded into. He kept to one corner of the cart, occasionally giving his brothers glares as they tumbled over one another as he often did. He pushed them off the couple of times one of them tried to pull him into the fray, but for the most part they left him alone. Maybe the were finally taking the hint that he didn't want to partake in their rough housing. Eventually they reached the other pack and that got his sibling's attention so they all focused in on the castle up ahead and on their father's warning to be on their best behavior. He nodded in agreement while a couple of his other siblings voiced theirs and when his mother made it around the cart to him where he was waiting in the back of the cart, leaning into the nuzzle she offered them. He wondered if any of the wolves that lived here had song birds like his mom so he could hear an entirely different kind of song. That would make the whole trip way more exciting if there were.

"Klein Boys"