The answer his saviour gave didn't make too much sense to the boy. As a youngster and one who had spent a minimal time outside, the only authority he knew was his parents and the word 'Alpha' held no meaning to him. Neither did the word Lunenburg, but it was stored in his brain for perhaps another time. He might stumble across it another time and recognise the name it had been given, but for now it was simply stored for later use. He remained in Terra's arms, trying his hardest to remain still.
It didn't work, however, when the Hotel came into view. With a squeal of surprise and the heady realisation that he did not have to suffer the ice sliding down his spine at the female's touch, the male struggled, wriggling out of the females arms and hitting the floor with an 'oof'. Her voice made him look up for a moment, his Papa's name recognised before he scrambled to his paws and made to dash towards the Hotel. At the last minute, his manners were acknowledged and he turned, almost slipping in the mud. "Que Terra!" He called out, grinning now that he was free and could return to his Mama.
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