peace sells, but who's buying?

Renegade couldn’t help his excitement, nor his joy in being able to show off his home to so many other puppies. His litter was the youngest in the party, as much as their pack. His cousins were very nearly adults now so his only real playmates were his siblings. Not that he complained about that. While they were his closest friends they were also his rivals, which made life much more fun. However confident the young prince was, he knew his little sister was the most skilled out of the lot of them.

The pale sky marked prince was naturally curious, and his age was apparent in his naive nature. Nothing bad could happen, ever, despite his parents seemingly endless insistence on the dangers lurking around every corner. He wanted to see those dangers and experience them himself… one day. For now he was under too tight of supervision. However, the boy was easily distracted by their guests, and when he spotted one of the other older pups moving away he found that he had to follow the odd man out.

"Hi,” Ren offered with a wag of his tail, ever the little diplomat he couldn’t imagine the other pup was out here because he wanted to be away. "You’re… Dread.. Right?” He asked with a tilt of his head. After he had been lightly scolded for his performance of leapfrog, he’d paid extra close attention to everyone’s names at the introduction. "Do you wanna… wrestle.. With me?” That had been the game he liked too, right? Renegade mentally crossed his littles toesies he was correct.

"Prince Renegade"