The chocolate boy would come to attention right away, his own bicolored eyes looking up to greet his father. Bright words were spoken in answer as Herne would direct Frith?s attention to the prize that he had claimed. Frith would come around to lay in front of the boy, his paws coming to rest where Herne?s ended and his nose sniffing at the bug. It would do it?s best to scuttle off, and Frith would become distracted by his son?s words.
A smile would show on his jaws, he wouldn?t often call his pack duties ?fun? but he was sure he ould conjure something for his son?s entertainment. "Well, this morning I sparred with a tree. I showed it who was boss." He?d proclaim proudly as Herne nosed around for the little beetle. "One day I won?t have to use trees and you?ll be able to spar with me." Hopefully. He didn?t want to make his children do anything they didn?t want, but he really hoped that they would learn with him someday.
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