Little brither, dear sister

He took deep breaths to keep his excitement down, hopping it wouldn't stand on his path, a path of learning and being a good boy. He wanted to impress his sister, to pretend he was a tough as she. Of course he would look up to his older siblings as gods, as the best of the best, and he couldn't wait for when he too would stand on top of the wolf world. Or that was how he was growing to think. Think his family name should be synonym of tough, of bravery. His chest inflates in pride, ready to take on the world. But he knew he was being watched so no way he would do something stupid or without knowing at least.

"Kull things?" He suggested happily, without minding any tact. Well he was a pup, he would speak without thinking. And be could barely keep his emotions or what he thought to himself."Teach meh tu kill things?" He said as clear as he could articulate.

He listened carefully to his sister's instructions. They needed to kill those things? He was into it! Perhaps he could get some back with him for his own things.

"Chimera's Children"