i could never tate you

Somewhere in his young little brother mind he could love the admiration he saw in Maki's eyes as she looked at him through his impressive snarl. Nothing he would ever admit though. The other group of pups, his siblings, were growing on him as time went on. But he was still that rough and irritable boy. Most of the time at least. He let his guard down a little just for the way Maki reacted to him, and still tried her best afterwards.

With a toe pointed at the bird that flew off, Tate showed a smirk and commented, "Better, but you'll have to keep practicing." Not so harsh as he could have been for sure. "Bet we can find something better to scare." He'd try to lead her off, a little bit of a stalk maybe. He thought somewhere in the brush they could find a rabbit or some guinea fowl. Or better yet, a skunk. He wouldn't mess with those of course, but he wouldn't warn his sister of that either. How sad after she made him feel such pride in himself.

"Hotate"