Damu'Johari | Mature, that was what he became. He could feel his body changing, his voice away from the childishly high tone, to a lower, slightly scratchy adult voice. Of course, that came with the small squeaks in his voice, though did not come often due to his effort on not having to speak often.

Nevertheless, the primarily white dog sat on the banks, well know as being the place he generally remained, unless his dear Ziwa-Mum called him away to eat or something else. Ziwa-Mum was really something else though. The Pretty dog that was only months older than him, who took him in and raised him under her clan name.

She was truly something else.

But with a sigh, the still growing male stared over the water edge, hoping to see something in the changes of the wind and the water, something that would soon be to come.

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Baharia | Hari sighed. Aunt Ziwa was off somewhere again, with that male. He snarled in anger. He was supposed to be training him! To be a hunter, to fish, to making his way in the pack. That's all what he truly wanted - to belong.

He was an odd one out of his siblings. Showing the greatest interest in becoming a sailor and a hunter rather than something great like his brother would be. An heir, he was.

But he saw his brothers face, and posture. He pitied the young male. Forced into a life of politics and something so horribly uninteresting. his brother didn't know how to hunt or fish, or... Or even play. Groomed to be a leader, and one had take over the pack in the place of Uncle Xx'ami-da. It made this pain appear in his heart.

With a small shift, anger giving way to something of sadness, Baharia lowered his head, eyes on the ground and trailed foward to the edge of the water.