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Nearby, Abishalom crouched under a bush, his long curled tail wagging with the slow tick-tock motions of a pup deep in thought. Here, in the shade of the bramble bush, it was cool and safe from the hot afternoon sun. Cornflower blue eyes reflected the movements of each savannah ant as they crawled about the shady grove, bright with intelligence.

A single blue ear twitched at the sound of someone approaching and Abish slowly back out from under the bush, carefully avoiding snags and thorns. His curious gaze landed on his brother and he yipped a quiet hello.

Abishalom leaned over and touched his nose briefly to Gin's with unspoken affection, wagging his fanned curly tail. He tilted his head to one side, cornflower blue eyes considering Gin carefully. Abish wasn't really sure what to think about Gin, or his other siblings for that matter, if he even thought of him at all. Gin was daring and outspoken, occasionally a little bit of a bully. Abish didn't really mind. He was content to watched the world go by, come what may. Today, however, Gin seemed troubled and a strong urge to protect his sibling swelled up in his little chest.

He was a pup of few words, and what words he did speak were measured and tasted before spoken aloud.

" Do you want to talk about it?", he asked softly.

"Hmm..", was Abish's only reply at his brother's explanation. He seemed to be studying the far distant horizon, but the look in his eyes was one at an even greater distance. He turned things over in his mind.

So Gin likes a girl.... Like Dad likes Mom?

He tried to imagine what that was like. Abishalom liked his mother and his sisters ( most of the time anyway), but he had the sense that this was something different, something other. He wasn't sure he understood it, but if it upset his usually unflappable brother this much, that was all he needed to know. Abish looked back at Gin, a slow smile growing on his face, a flash of daring in his eyes.

"So?"

Abishalom watched his brother outburst with his head cocked to one side, ears just slightly too big for his head jutting out at comical angles. His expression was enduringly patient and just the tiniest bit amused and behind the somber color of his cornflower eyes, there was a twinkle of determination and mischief. Soon his brother was nearly nose to nose with himself.

Abishalom leaned forward, licking down the fur that had raised itself in anger. His face hidden from his sibling, he thought and he thought had.
Two very important, and usually adult, subjects had presented themselves to the cubs.The first was love, which many find confusing even on into their old age. The second was class. So they were rogues. Did that make them any different than any other wild dogs? He didn't think it did. Decision made, he pulled back and faced his brother again.

"Go see her, anyway." he said matter of factly.

Abish grinned widely, his cornflower blue tail dusting the ground with each swish. Gin's snort rustled a tiny cyclone in his fur and Abish only rolled his silver eyes . His brother played tough, but they were still brothers after all. One ear turned to capture the words of Gin's rant and Abish's tail only quickened it's pace. He sprang into the air and tapped his heels in puppy excitement, landing to spank the ground with both front paws. Sneaking in? That sounded like an adventure.

"Can I come?"