We Were Born Sick {Tinaro}

A fight with Mingan? So that's what their litter-mate had been doing recently. Although it seemed Tinaro wouldn't be seeing him any time soon. They weren't even yearlings and they were already getting into fights. How far was he behind? At this rate, Alvin was going to be better than him unless he did something about his inexperience.
"Over what?" An innocent question slipped from his lips. Did they have a dispute over food? A disagreement? They were pups, how bad could it have been?

Even though he was a naive child, the fact that his brother was friends with Abaven's leader was an unlikely thought. It wasn't fair, he wanted to befriend Bass first. Sure, Bass probably liked everyone in the pack but friends? Alvin had to have been doing some serious socializing for that. A teasing grin slid across his expression, tone cheeky with disbelief. "You and Bass? Right, if you say so."

It was comforting to know his brother was also in a rush to grow up, Tinaro was himself. Once they both grew up, Alvin would definitely be able to look after himself independently outside the pack. In the way it was worded, there seemed to be a slight chance of Alvin not returning. He had to be sure of that.
"Do you plan on coming back? After your leave?" That was why he wanted to know if Bass would let him return, in case he wanted to. Surely he wouldn't be gone forever.