Fight The Dying Light

The little brown pup had been busy being a nuisance to a very frustrated turtle when he heard Seere call for him.  Curiously he raised his head up, paw still raised to poke at the turtle.  She was calling for him? Ram was about to take off when he helped in painful surprise.  Looking t his paw the pup saw he’d gained a new bit of unwanted adornment.  The small turtle had grabbed his paw and didn’t seem to want to let go.  “Let go let go let go!!’ Rampage swung the paw about several times before the little turtle was finally thrown aside.  The toe throbbed but truthfully and fortunately, it had been just a baby as well.

Snarling in the general direction it flew off to Rampage turned and ran to where Seere was.  His eyes soaked in the sight of the ring, surrounded by its sticks that made a circle.  Stepping into the ring he looked up at Seere.  “I am Prince Rampage Klein.”  He didn’t remember Seere but a number of wolves seemed to remember him from an age that he really didn’t remember much.  He’d been to young to see or hear the world around him.  He sure was easy to remember though.  Rampage was special after all, he had a brown coat.  Oh, and his coat had quite a good number of prickly quills developing in it!

"Rampage Klein"