Puppy Hurricane

Happy, excited yips left the midnight blue pup as his paws carried him in leaps and bounds across the familiar grassy terrain between their palace home and the nearby lake. Rogue ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, eager and excited to get to meet some other pups! The boy would only slow down or stop for a moment when either of his parents told him off for getting too far ahead of the group, and even then he was anxiously waiting with tippy-tapping paws to keep running. Eventually they did make it all the way out to the lake, and when they arrived he found two gigantic wolves waiting in the twilight for them, a wagon filled with even more puppies all looking a bit older than they were with them. Rogue went running straight up to Sirius and Basilisk without any show of fear, skidding to a stop with a spray of grass and dirt to come to a stop right at their paws. They were huge! The one was even bigger than his sire! "Whooooa! You're a giant!" Rogue exclaimed in awe of Basilisk, the youthful innocence of the child overruling any decorum his parents might have tried so hard to instill in him.

When his mother and father arrived moments later, Rogue backpedaled to greet them with happy wiggles of his rump and wags of his tail. A picnic had been set up for them, and already Rogue's stomach was growling at the thought of food. But before he could sneak over to try and steal a bite, Venom was calling for their attention, and the boy's daring escape was cut short by the large paw of his father scooping him up around the midsection and turning him back towards the group. "Aww, Dad!" he whined, but reluctantly paid attention as Mom laid out the ground rules and made introductions, ever regal as she always was. With a puff of his chest and a Klein-like confidence, Rogue stepped up to his mother's paws and greeted their guests. "I'm Rogue, and my favorite game is Tag!" No surprise, the boy loved any game that would allow him to chase and pounce his siblings.

"Rogue Klein"