Soon enough, the near yearling would locate his father, a small smile growing on his face. His dad would greet him and the mostly ivory yearling would approach him. “Hello father!” The pup had a terrible habit of using long and proper titles. “I was wondering if you could teach me about diplomacy.” He was very blunt with his statements as the child was very much a ‘get to the point’ type of wolf. His goldenrod eyes filled with a hopeful glace as he awaited the mostly chocolate brown wolf’s response to his request. If his father was too busy, he could always locate his mother and ask her the exact same question.
