Determination Station

He was met with wide blue eyes when the pup turned to face him, stating that he had already done this before. Bass narrowed his golden eyes further, studying the small boy. They were close to being a year now, meaning that soon they would choose their own practices to study in. "Not. Safe." He punched out, the bones in his jaw had not completely melded together. When the pup said that he was weak, it was his turn to widen his eyes, his brown marked face shaking back and forth. "Strong. Not. Weak." His speech was very broken but he knew that they child would understand him. They had been through so much, they were far from weak. "I can. Train. When I'm. Better." He offered, wishing nothing but health and safety for these pups. Hoping over the rapids was not one of them.

The pup would sit, and Bass would walk closer to him and sit beside him, leaning down and licking the very top of his head. "I. Will help. With. That." He said softly, lowering himself to his belly so that he could be more eye to eye with Darrah. Plus, taking his weight off of his hurt shoulder felt amazing. Smiling softly at the white child, he meant what he said. If this boy wanted to be a guard, he would teach him personally all of what he knew. He wished to see the Walkers do well, that was for sure.