If you can dodge a wrench...

Rampage had rushed through his food with plans to race off and find something to capture his interest.  There was still plenty of terrain to do a more careful study of with all manner of secrets to be found.  The boy hadn’t wasted time in starting to run off but then the call came for the kids to gather.   Rampage slowed to a walk then stopped.  There was a big fun unknown world he still didn’t know well enough but here was their uncle calling for them.

Well, there would surely still be time to explore and curiosity nagged at him to see what their uncle had planned. Turning about the quilled boy ran towards his uncle’s call.  Once he was getting close the boy slowed down, moving into more of a prancing gait so he didn’t appear overly rushed as he came into sight.  There was no shortage of pride in the young Klein, keen to always show off that assured arrogance that he truly was that awesome.  Someday he’d grow larger, hopefully as big as Dad, and then he’d be able to really prove it.

As their training field came into view the brown pup's eyes rounded some with keen excitement.  This looked like promising fun!  Rampage stalked towards the balls, eyeing them as self-control battled the desire to play with the fun-looking toys.  His gaze pulled away with effort to look up at Plague and then over where Ren sat.  Right, right.  Trotting over to where Ren sat Rampage took his time, gracefully sitting down with shoulders rolled up and head tilting up ever so slightly to look at their uncle.  Still, the tail behind him wagged with the contained excitement, a few of the quills softly clicking against each other.  “What are the balls for?” There were dummies also, they also promised fun in some fashion but the balls were more of an unknown factor in this.

"Rampage Klein"