The young Destruction boy was scarce within the pack, keeping to himself in order to further his examination of the world. The mostly pale boy would hear a call from his mother, making his ears perk up. A pack meeting? He was nearly a year old and this brought with him hope of starting his life as an adult. He would be swift to respond, letting out a soft call of acknowledgement before running towards the source of the sound. Eventually, Fate would arrive in front of his family and he would dip his head. “Hi mom! Hi dad!” He would call out before dipping his heads towards his siblings whom had gathered.
