Little Talks

Staring down at his son, he could envision how simple it would be, one little bite. That's all it would take, and one out of four would be dead. Killing the rest of them wouldn't be that difficult, he could effectively rid himself of the plague that these pups brought him. That, however, would be to easy. He had plans for each of his children. Happy coincidence, that there were six packs that ruled these lands and given enough time and willpower he was sure he could groom all four children to claim the thrones for themselves, and he would choose who went where, and would hand-pick the other two alphas. He had never planned on being a father, but even he would take advantage of a plan when it so easily revealed itself before him.

His son however, didn't seem all to eager to partake in his plans. What a shame. A chuckle burst from him at his sons words, and he would watched with amusement as his child sauntered away, before silently rising to his feet. A second would pass and he would jump forward, landing with his paws on each side of his retreating son's body. Lowering his jaws to his sons ear he would speak.

"Oh but you will, child. You will listen to my plans and you will do as you are told."