Puppy Hurricane

The last time they'd left their chilly northern homeland, mom died. What was going to happen this time? Leaving home could only spell trouble, Dread just knew it. He had a bad feeling about leaving, heading down to visit Ashen. He did his best to not complain too outwardly about the whole thing, but it really didn't sit right with him. Really-really. This wasn't something he was going to enjoy, and he would make his displeasure as quiet and clear as he could.

It seemed like any time they went somewhere else it was also loud. So many other children, and he was expected to... play with them? Dread isn't sure the frivolity is on his agenda. As Venom asks that they all introduce themselves, the boy has to keep himself from shrinking back. They all followed directions, going around the circle, giving their introductions. He isn't pleased, but... fine. "Dread." Right, that's the first part out of the way. As for games? He doesn't really like games. He liked to train. He liked to learn. He liked to help. All of those things were very serious, not game-like at all. "I guess wrestling is fun." Dread would take Tethys's answer. Good enough. The boy looked to his father, wondering how much longer they'd need to be away from home.

"Dread Fatalis"