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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:13 pm
 Cier picked up his pace as he neared the trail that lead to his and Dame Kayla's den, a grin on his face. Today had been the scout's short day and with the sun barely past noon he was already heading home.
The wild dog had promised to take one of his twin boys, Anrothan, for a father son outing. He thought they might go find something to chase or maybe dig up some wood grubs for lunch. Maybe Cier could sneak in some scouting lessons while they did. It was never to early to begin to learn the tricks of the trade so-to-speak.
Not that he expected his boys to become scouts, he rather hoped they would follow in their mother's paw prints and become Knights, but he wouldn't push them in any direction. Cier figured they'd feel it in their tails when the time was right to decide how best to serve the pack.
Scenting the wind, he caught the smell of the den and of his pups, Yes indeed, life was good for this warrior poet, the mountain and sky had been kind to him and his mate.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 7:25 pm
 Brown paws thudded against the ground. Around and around, they haphazardly carried the pup in uneven circles that most would have already fallen over from doing. Not that he wasn't tripping, of course, but he was quite proud of himself for not losing his footing yet.
Besides, the skinny thing on his behind was just begging to be chewed on... even if it was currently running away from him. It was a game - one he fully intended on winning.
Anrothan growled in determination, ignoring the slight tilt in his vision. If he could just get a little closer....
It didn't quite occur to him that this 'thing' was attached to him and no matter how quickly he ran, it would still be the same distance from him. Such details were irrelevant in his cause.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 5:04 pm
Cier trotted up to the den and noted with a faint chuckle that the only thing Anrothan was going to be feeling in his tail in the next few moments was his own tiny puppy teeth. Giving a happy grin, tongue lolling out, the wild dog stopped just in front of his son and put a paw out on top of his spinning head.
" Whoa there champ," he said, his tone warm and full of laughter, " you do know that is attached don't ya? You bite that and its gonna bite back, trust me."
Cier gave his son a smile, ruffling his ears, " So, you ready for our hike? or did you wear yourself out playing chase-tail?"
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