boys will be boys

Panting, and victorious, Basilisk released his hold on his brother and stood to attention. His eyes intent on his fathers, soaking in the praise as the other wolf delivered it. He had proved he had the strength to win, despite what weaknesses Azure claimed to see in him. “Thank you, Sir” He said, voice steady.

And then at last, the opportunity he had been waiting for. His father asked them for their ranks of choice, and he knew exactly what he desired. Would his father think him too lofty for the asking, or be proud of his ambition? “I would like the rank of Heir, father.” He said, eyes intent on Azure. He wanted to know [i] exactly [/b] how his father reacted to that.


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