several ways to skin a cat

Mundane looking as he is, and maybe the most mundane of his siblings, and still the pup will never have that hard a time standing out. It's true though, Potato will soon grow to be far, far more trouble than he's worth. Not yet, but soon. Chaos lives in his bones, but it would only come forward in time. For now he stands well within Hattori's personal space, looking up at him with as much charm as a small child could muster. His tail wags, attentive, processing each and every one of the man's words in turn. He speaks differently than Ma does, the syllables accented and crisp. While it should be easier to understand than their mother's speech, it takes Potato a moment to sort out exactly what the alpha is asking him.

"Uhhhh not yet," slowly he tilts his head to one side, then the other. "Ma taught us some fightin' stuff though, 's fun!" A smile on his face, and excitement lighting up his features. For now it's the childlike eagerness that seems to take Tate over. He peers up at Hattori expectantly, pleased with the idea that he's going to learn more from the man. Pleased, pleased as ever, really.
"Potato"