Gather the Devil's Hoard

Insults were not a rarity when directed towards the thin boy, it was more of a compliment he learned to take because if a Master did not care about you then he would remain silent. So Squirrel sat there with his head held in a bow position, ears back but listening and waiting for a demand to be made. At the mention of a new toy the male would bow further, lowering the front half of his body then sitting back up to acknowledge his new role and finally standing to pad forward so he stood in the middle of all of them so that the wolves could inspect the male.