Space to Run

The elder fixed his jaws around the neck of his son and firmly clenched his teeth together as Anais ran around him. It was funny the way Jakart had attempted to wake him up when he'd been pretending to be asleep. Bane was always watching the two four-legged products he and Tahlia had raised in the daytime, except when he was hunting. Bane rose out of his family's den and depositing Jakart in the snow right in front of him. A shiver went through the pup and he stood on wobbly legs to get a feel for outside, Bane laying down in the crisp morning snow to watch Anais weave amongst the trees that bore the mark of his shoulder.

"Clearing only Anais, come back." Bane yawned with eyes closed as he took to watching Jakart paw at the snow and dug his nose into it only to fling it everywhere with a laugh. Bane plunged a paw into the snow and flicked some at the pup, letting out a laugh of his own as Jakart lunged back at his fathers chest. Bane looked up at Anais as a thought crossed mind.?Where was Nako at? Where could the bastard pup possibly be?