I was told that Tony could be a little sneak ^w^
It could be argued that Tony was a brain-damaged pup.
Not a few days earlier he had been sick with a cold from an accident at the lake, and now he was playing Mr. Sneaky. His mother and father had told him and his siblings to stay inside the manor where it was warm, but Tony was, as usual, bored with that suggestion. He wanted to be out and about; doing something. He wanted to hunt with the others, like his father had taught him; he wanted to be useful. And just such an opportunity had presented itself. He had been skulking around the entrance of the manor, waiting for something exciting to happen, when he heard talk of a hunting party. What a splendid chance! And two of his cousins were in the party, no less! I can work on my tracking skills and learn hunting from them! Tony thought with barely-concealed fervor.
As soon as Mati and Parker were out the door, Tony darted through the crack before it closed, squinting his eyes in shock of the crunching noise he made as soon as he hit the snow. Oh yeah...snow... He quickly darted to hide behind a shrub, his dark-brown fur making him perfect camoflouge in case they had heard him. Staying stock-still, breath barely controlled, Tony waited until their suspicions were put to rest before following them again. Who needs a scent trail when I can follow Mati's road? he thought to himself, eyeing the deep indentation that his older cousin had made while walking through the snow. That way, he could follow without making much noise and not lose the hunting party's location.
The small pup was ignorant of the weather, intent only on following the group, which turned into three. Tony had to keep ducking behind trees or burrowing beneath the snow--since it wasn't water, it didn't penetrate his coat much--although this made him cold anyways, so he stuck to hiding behind things... It was so cold, but Tony steeled himself; telling himself that a real warrior didn't let the cold bother him. Funny, how just a few days earlier that same cold had terrified him to using such childish names for his parents.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
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