Mud Puppy

Valhalla was a good pack, really with its peaceful territory under the warmth of the sun. He often found himself strolling through it, checking the borders or bringing kill to its mothers. He was beginning to enjoy the quite of it, so different to the life he had lived since leaving home, the life of a rogue.
He was startled from his revere with a high-pitched cry you bitch! coming from the maw of a pup, he was astounded not only at the menace in its little tones, but its choice of wording also. He broke into a long stride, covering the territory quickly and bursting into site to see, to his surprise, one pup covered in mud, another with prey dangling from its jaws, the little one leaping towards the black and even as Alpine?s jaws opened to let loose a thunderous growl another wolf broke into the scene and placed himself between the two.

?What do you two think you?re doing?
His tone heavy with his strength, backed up by the ripple of muscle beneath fur and flesh as he bounded forward, gripping the scruff of the mud-covered pup that had landed on the older Tyr, finding s grip in the fleshy backing there he pulled Laufey free, the roughness in his tones and movements where, however not there in his grip on the pup, firm but no painful as he pulled him free before dropping his grip on the other in an attempt to leave him gently but firmly on his rump on the ground and leaping over Tyr with a powerful bunch of hind legs, his jaw open to grab onto the scruff of the Rogue pup, he didn?t know what the other would try to do but he would move to scruff her also and knock her gently but firmly on her rump. He shot an apologetic look to Tyr, but didn?t feel it would be right to stop and chat with this other Vallaha wolf in the midst of this.

?Now, playful fighting I can understand, but what is the meaning of this. You pups better have a damn good reason. For one, rogue?s should not be here unsupervised?
Here his sharp, silver glare fell on Hestia
?And for two, pups shouldn?t be at each other?s throat?s with death on their minds. Why did you lunge, son?
His voice softened at the very end, the fire cooling in his eyes as he looked at Laufey, but in the rages absence there was something else... disappointment.



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