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 Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:32 pm
 Duskback was up "late." He supposed it could technically be early, or so late that it's early, but he was normally asleep by now. The boy had insomnia, though. Over the time he'd been alive, he'd gone through a couple of sleep cycles- one where he was awake in the day, one in the night with the majority of the pack, and it seemed that he himself favored night over day. But... Well, he didn't get to spend much time with his father that way. Strongear was up in the days.
And with that only little fact in mind, he decided to stay up. He hadn't hung with his dad in quite a while, so he figured it would be worth the lost sleep. He could always catch up on his sleep, after all. So he got back up from his little spot and started to pad out to where a Scout would be, keeping his eyes peeled for his father.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:42 pm
 Strongear moved freely in the pack lands, he was moving quickly during the day there weren't many others to get in his way. Despite his dark fur Stongear quite liked being up in the day, something that had worn off on a few of his pups.
Strongear smiled thinking about his pups, his litters were all growing up so quickly. He had a litter that was teens now, they were eight of them, then there was his litter that were juviniles four in totlat there. And lastely there was his brand new pups, his pups with Twana. Strongear smiled thinking of Twana she went by Earthchild here in the pack, was his mate, who was good enough to raise all the pups he had brought home despite that they were not hers.
Strongear had already done most of his duties for the day and could go back to the den, but he figured he would stay up a little longer just incase something came up.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:57 pm
As the young wild dog searched he picked up a scent, very familiar. He crested a small hill to see the unmistakable figure of his father ahead. A smile formed on his muzzle as he padded towards his dad, barking a "hello!" when he got close enough. His father had taught him a multitude of skills, all terribly important, he considered. Some hunting skills, some stealth skills, just to name a few, and so he saw his dad as a wealth of wisdom, on top of a father. He closed the small gap between them and then spoke, "How you doin', dad?"
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