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<3 Let the sibling bonding begin! Hide and seek? Wrestling? Tag? Gahh I am excited. Smile


Lorenzo had a fair deal of patience, but did not have the attention span to complement that virtue yet. He often lost track of what he was doing. His focus tended to shift after things stopped being fun. It was not that he did not try to give things his full attention; he was just too young and too excited to not pursue all of the opportunities that sparked his excitement. He had been batting at dust bunnies under the bed of a vacant room within the manor for a few minutes, but he quickly lost interest. He was tired of being alone today.

The large pup took to the halls, his oversized paws thudding dully on the floor as he stomped through the manor. He was delighted to hear the sounds that his passing created; it was something to break up the monotony of his boredom. The Knight boy decided that he would not play alone today. Why should he have to? His mother and father had provided him with two wonderful playmates in the forms of his brother and sister to begin with. He should never have to be alone if he did not want to be.

”Tony!” he called, yipping for a moment. He snuck around a corner slowly in case his brother was there, ready to pounce at any moment for a surprise round of wrestling. Lorenzo launched himself around the corner, but landed with a dull thud on the floor, scrambling to regain his footing. His brother had not been lurking around the corner. Drat! Where could his brother have gone?

”Where’s you, Tony?” Lorenzo mumbled, put out that he had not been the first to find his brother. Where in the world could he be? The tawny boy headed toward their parents’ room. He did not think that Tony would be taking a nap at this time of day – it was daylight and prime time to play! He had to be somewhere close. Putting his black nose to the ground, he tried to track his brother’s scent. ”Tony, I’s know you somewhere!”


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Am excited >:3 Sorry this is so short >.>

The day had dawned with Tony still sleeping into it. It had not been until noon that the pup had woken up and wandered around the manor a bit. He liked to go outside--would've loved to join the big wolves in their work, too--but he knew that he couldn't wander far from their home without his mom or dad. So instead, after a time of chasing a mouse that had popped up from its winter hiding hole unexpectedly, he returned to the inside of the manor and heard his name called out, followed by a hollow 'thump'. Zo? He began to trot through the manor until he came upon his brother sniffing the floor, supposedly following a scent trail. While he might or might not have heard Tony coming, the big, brown pup tip-toed up behind his younger brother, slapping a paw down on his tail to make him stop moving. "What'cha doin, Zo?" He had grown bored with the mouse and the general quiet that ingratiated most of their pack; tormenting his little brother would have to fill in the space.


Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.


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<3

Lorenzo yipped as he felt something coming down on his tail. It was heavy. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he whirled around quickly to confront whatever had snuck up on him. The silence that had occupied the space he was in a moment before was suddenly filled with his brother’s voice. Bi-colored eyes lost the look of panic as he realized what had happened. ”Hey, Tone! No fair,” he said, wrinkling his nose as he confronted his brown hued brother. “I was gonna find you!” The Knight boy’s plans had officially been foiled. He would have loved to be the one to sneak up on his brother. But there would be other times. His upset over being surprised was quickly forgotten as he contemplated his brother. His tail wagged behind him as he stood up and shook himself a little bit, stretching his muscles and cocking his head to regard his brother before he continued.

”You wanna play?” Lorenzo asked eagerly, glad that he would have someone to spend the day with. Or at least a little while. Lorenzo loved his brother, but at times he could be a pain to deal with. He always acted like he was shepherding Fia and Lorenzo around, and he would get down right bossy when he decided that things were not going his way. But these were things that Lorenzo could forgive, especially when he was faced with the prospect of being bored otherwise. Besides, despite his bossiness, Tony always thought of some of the best games to play. ”I don’t wanna wrestle!” Lorenzo announced suddenly. Although the brothers were evenly matched in terms of size and strength, Tony had just ‘that’ much more skill and seemed to come out on top sixty percent of the time when they were rough housing. Lorenzo was in the mood to play, but he was not in the mood to lose whatever game they would be playing right away. He definitely compared himself to his brother from time to time and felt that he fell short of him in terms of leadership and wrestling skills. “Let’s explore?” Lorenzo offered by way of suggestion. He knew better than just to announce what they would do together. It was not the way their dynamic worked. When Tony was in a good mood, he would just go with the flow and do what his siblings wanted. But Lorenzo naturally followed the lead of his brother, even if it was just begrudgingly. It seemed instinctual to have Tony decide what they would do together. He seemed to be in a good enough mood, and he probably did not want to be bored either.

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Me-pa-da-derp? :3

Tony watched as his brother straightened himself, his own face remaining semi-blank as he listened. He play-swiped his paw at Lorenzo's nose when he mentioned the basis of 'fair'. "Whaddya mean, 'no fair'? I didn' know we were playin' anythin'...yet" Lorenzo's demeanor changed as he contemplated if Tony wanted to play or not, the chance presenting itself and making Tony's face light up as well. Wrestling! But then Lorenzo jumped before he could voice his own choice of play, vehemently rejecting the idea of their play-fighting. Pouting, Tony sat back on his haunches and listened as Lorenzo continued, suggesting topics that they could delve into. The word 'explore' definatly caught his interest, turning the pout into an intrigued and oddly goofy grin. Even though he had just been outside, Tony had yet to see a lot of the Crimson Dreams territory. He and Lorenzo could be the first to disover something new and great!


"'Sploring sounds great!" Jumping up from his haunches, Tony began to hop away towards the door, excited now that Zo had brought up the subject. "C'mon, Zo! Les' go see Taller's Codge!" Of course he meant 'cottage' but... Tony didn't know the difference. He turned around from the end of the hallway and peeked his head around to make sure Zo was following. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" And so began the race (with an unfair start on Tony's part). He wondered what they would find at the cottage, aside from the bleating goats. Treasure? Enemies? A secret passageway? Enemies? Defending the pack always seemed on the young pup's mind... He didn't know if anyone already knew, but he dreamt of being strong like his father and defending the pack; this was Tony's goal. He would look back years later and think 'Huh; I even knew then.'


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