The Avalon pups were trouble, heap loads of it.
If he thought Percy had been bad...Well he was wrong, or at least he was in comparison to these little bundles of mischief. They were happy, healthy and well cared for but shit, if they weren't a pain in his arse. He didn't mind looking after them as it was his job to ensure that his fellow Rye wolves were safe, but did @Drestig really have to pass them off to him as often as he did? He was certain the Old Man got a kick out of it, got some weird sort of satisfaction from watching Askan be tackled by his pesky spawn.
He couldn't exactly blame the pups, they were simply doing what did best. But did that mean he'd leave himself in harms way where they could easily find him? Hell no.
Traipsing along the forest's edge, a distance away from the communal den, Askan thought he was safe. That he could go about his patrol without risk of being interrupted. But he was wrong, oh he was so very wrong.
Jessie had always kept the pups on a short leash, kept a close eye on each and every one of them whenever she could. But of course try as she might they often wandered off and did whatever they pleased. And it seemed as though now would be one of those instances, an unlucky encounter between the grumpy guardian and a pesky little pup.