His father would start the lesson, leaving Fate to sit down and soak up everything that his father would tell him, a certain wonder presented in his eyes. His father would start with what diplomacy was, which was intriguing in itself to the knowledge thirsty boy, before asking what he already knew. Clearing his throat first, Fate would speak. “Diplomacy is talking to other packs about alliances, and most of the time it’s only one or two wolves that go.” That was truthfully all the yearling knew about it. He looked up to his father, hoping that he could shed light on the topic. Fate’s tail wagged slightly against the ground.
