We Were Born Sick {Tinaro}

He would actually laugh at Tinaro's answer, not abruptly but a little louder than a chuckle. Tinaro could have all the time he wanted. Even he joined Alvin years later. But really, that wasn't what was humorous to him.

"You think I can take down them bad guys now?"

He would move his paw to swat at Tinaro's playfully but without touching him. He hadn't even learned to hunt yet, nor did he really have a desire to. When Tinaro did have a sort of ambition, Alvin had none. Sure he wanted to have the satisfaction of a kill, but he was way to lazy to do anything. They were to train with Darrah, and maybe even Bass would do something with them. But Alvin would prove to be a pain when that came around. For now the adults were probably giving them space from their mother's death.

"You'll have Mingan if you stay. I won't be mad." He would assure Tinaro that they could always be brothers and friends. On the other hand, Alvin and Mingan were not on the right paw right now and probably never would be. "I haven't told anyone I want to leave." He wasn't saying that Tinaro couldn't tell anyone, just that he was the first to know. He would probably be the only one to know until it happens; at least the only one that Alvin would tell. "I tell you when."

He stood up and looked at his brother a moment before pulling his head, motioning for him to follow. "We should get back to the den soon." It wasn't really late but Alvin had been out for a while. Proving that he didn't care to be around his brother's or Darrah by running out of the den at the crack of dawn and coming back when the sun went down. He never really did anything but stare down into the water... where his father died...

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