The child was quite confused by the situation, but he remembered stories that he had been told, particularly the one that Tannis had told him, and how all of them had been very brave wolves who never shrunk away from fear or danger. The two wolves started to run away from the territory and Wren felt a certain measure of success, feeling proud that he had scared away the intruders, since he remained oblivious as to why exactly they were running away from a small pup they could easily over power. He didn’t yet know how packs ran and how little threat he had posed… all he knew was they were leaving at fast-paced speeds and that was good enough for the Destine Caravello child.

The puppy had a grin to him, smiling victoriously as he started to bound away, back towards the den that his family had called home since shortly before the birth of himself and his sister. His tail was wagging furiously, eager to tell his sister about the encounter though he intended to keep it a secret from his parents, because they would scold him for sure. He wasn’t supposed to go far from the den, though his father was too busy to notice and his mother did her best to balance pack duties and raising a family, she too didn’t notice most of the stuff him and his sister did. He ran back to the den, calling out his sister in a sing-songy tone. “Maeve, guess what!”

-EXIT/FADE-