youre my best friend i love you

He was halfway to being a yearling now. Akuma had been spending a lot of time with his family, too much time in fact, that it was stifling. He wanted personal space, and although he loved his family, it was getting to be too much for him. He shook out his fur as he padded across the prairie, crimson-striped pelt ruffled by the breeze and it felt good on his form. By now, he was aware that the weird bump on his forehead was now a crystallized horn and not some freak wound he had gotten when he was a baby. He felt more confident now that he knew he had a natural weapon, one that could be deadly if he wielded it right. The lanky youth was still learning how to wield it. What was the saying? With great power, came great responsibility? One day, he'd learn to wield it properly. For now, though, it aided in making him appear a bit more menacing. No doubt though that he'd look even more so when he got older.

He was minding his own business when he heard chuckling and then found the scent of someone he hadn't met before. A stranger. Female. Older than him, obviously. The gangly-legged pup made his way closer to investigate, and upon getting closer, found a purple-hued she-wolf shaking dirt off her fur. "Hello," He greeted with caution. She was pretty, he had to admit.