A GREEK WHO REEKS OF FALSE RIGHTEOUSNESS,

Hades had been quick to spring out of the den once his parents allowed him, his eagerness to prove his worth was the first trait that really shone through. He had trudged his way from the den, eager to get out on his own and make his father proud one step at a time. Paws far too big for his body graced the earth as he moved, with shocking ease, to the land his mother ruled over. Excitement was quite the emotion that was engrained into Hades, it was more a need to conquer, to grow, and to prove himself time and time again until no one questioned that he would be the type of wolf his father was.

His body made its way through the plain, settling by the lake as he investigated it. He would map out every corner and bend of these lands until he could walk it blindfolded, he would learn every vantage point, every hiding spot, and he would learn how to make the world bend for him and to make others revere him! He was quite an ambitious pup, oddly so. Some might worry his ambition would turn to greed, but then there is the way he absolutely adores his family, he strives to be like his father and loves his mother. He would never turn his back on them.

THAT'S WHAT I HATE!

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Atticus wasn't far off when he heard that of little paws, two toned pools looking towards the little nephew. He gave a yawn and rose to his own paws. He enjoyed seeing how Hades had the ambition of learning the gorge and everything around him. A spirit he hereby earned from the Dunamis bloodline no doubt. He chuffed out to the obsidian and ivory demon.

"Hades, the young prince seems ambitious and your drive is hungry! I will help you and the others who wish to score these lands. Learn every nook and cranny as they say. And show you what I know." He added, his vocals calm and collected to the youngster.

There was a fire that burned in each of the little ones, that hungered for something. Each one of them different but all the same. They were after all Dunamis blood.

"Speech!"

A GREEK WHO REEKS OF FALSE RIGHTEOUSNESS,

Hades was quick to turn to the sound of his uncle approaching, flicking his ears towards him in acknowledgment as he chuffed at him. Then Atticus spoke ahead of him. And the boy puffed out in chest in response, no embarrassment behind the words he spoke. Why be embarrassed by something that only made you stronger? better? He walked a few paces closer to his uncle moving to stand behind him.

"I will listen to every lesson you speak Uncle!" his voice rasped out, already showing the clear signs of a Greek accent gracing it. "I am keen on showing Father that I will uphold our family's status and not disgrace him!" The resolve that shook through the pup's voice was absolute, it bordered on overconfidence but to Hades he truly meant it. His words were not spewed with false promises, he needed to show his father how strong he could become. He yearned to be someone his dad was proud of.

And then he turned his slightly larger-than-average pup body towards Atticus, right now the clearest sign that he would someday tower over him was his far too large paws. "Please Uncle, show me how to navigate these lands." The request to be taught lingered in the air, and then Hades was off again. Knowing his uncle would not stray far from him, and would more than likely explain ways to not become lost on the way.

His head stayed low to the ground as he sought to memorize every smell inside the land, noting each difference, each bump along the way. The way the ground curved and flattened, where the bunnies and wildlife seemed to trudge through. He would make his father proud!

THAT'S WHAT I HATE!

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Atticus was that uncle everyone wished they would have. Or even someone that they could really know. The brute smiled as his nephew came up behind him, a chuckle slipped forth. Hearing the raspy youngsters vocals slip out. "There are many lessons to learn even from the stars above us at night."

The ivory and obsidian male stood there for a moment longer. "You already bring this family much hope. And never believe you disgrace any of us. You after all are of Dunamis lines." Sure, Atticus could have been harsh like Hade's grandparents were, but that was a way of the Dunamis that Atticus wouldn't follow unless he had to.

"Tell me, what have you learned of these lands so far? Why do you think that your mother found these lands worthy of Insomnia?" Wanting to hear what Hades already learned. Seeing the fire burning bright within the young brute. A proud smile crossing his lips as the young prince began to sniff the ground, tracing every nook and crany that he possibly could.

The terra firma around them offered so much, and navigating it was something that one could always learn from. "Look how the water runs from the east to southwest. Towards the gorge, it will never run another way. How the grasses are much greener around the water. But in the dead heat of summer leaves little to no water. Tell me without the water how we could find our way to the gorge nephew?"

His movements paused as eyes carefully watched the prince move about. Taking in everything he possibly could.

"Speech!"