Fine with me :3 Tony has a completely blank calender o.0 Sorry for the short post, too. They'll get longer the more comfortable I get with Tony's charrie >.>

Tony had been dreaming pleasantly. He had just bitten the leg of a big ol' bear, and he had it on the run. When the dream bear turned its head and said 'time to wake up son', Tony got confused before everything began to fade to black. He even woke up to that color, his father's face not far away. Snorting with the grumpy way that pups tended to do when awoken, he lifted his head and pawed the sleep from his eyes. "--'issit, Dad...?" The young, chocolate brown pup then locked eyes bravely with his father's, two pairs of identical gold. Not even waiting for an answer, the pup began to stretch--his paws pressing into the sides of his younger brother and sister as they slept--and stepped lazily from the side of the bedding. He was a well-muscled pup--much of it genetic more than earned--and he wanted nothing more than to show everyone just how well he could use that muscle.

"I almos' got the bear," he said with his childish voice, regret lining the edges. He was still too young to yet comprehend the difference between the dream world and the real, and he would've loved to have brought home a bear pelt to show his family. Especially his father. He had seen those claw marks marring Jazper's chest, and had felt instant fury toward the monster that had done it. Luckily, he had had enough tact to avoid that particular subject until then.

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.

It ish fine :3 I understand, I just didn't know if this thread got pushed off the first list too fast to notice :S Btw, I hereby give you some pp power over Tony, since you are his daddy >.>

He smiled with pride when his father had confidence that he would catch the bear. I'll make 'im pay! He thought with strong conviction. But then... ...What does making some'un pay mean? Only partially awake at the time, he tried to look happy--because he really was--when his father told him that they were going to go out as a pair. Tony admired and adored his father, but having one-on-one time with him was rare, since he had to begrudingly share him with Lorenzo and Fia. "Really...!?" He said with a half-yawn, stumbling forward. The consequental stumble jerked the big pup awake, fear of hitting the floor enough to wake him from the limbo of dreams.

"Nasty rabbits!?" he exclaimed, unmindful that Lorenzo and Fia were still sleeping. Steadily he began to switch back and forth on his feet, anxious to go. He wanted to help in any way he could, and getting rabbits--if they were eating their plants--sounded like a great job. "Les' go! Les' go!" Bounding, he began to run-hop over the floorboards, scrambling to get going. "Come'n, Dad!" After his power-sleep, the energy was beginning to course through the small pup's veins, urging him to do something. For now, he wanted to go hunting the 'nasty rabbits' and maybe try and surprise his dad. The main purpose he wanted to do that was to get Jazper's mind off of worse things...and he just really wanted to...

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.

Derp-de-la-pup? <3

Tony sped alongside his father, practically flying with all the bouncing and bounding he was doing. All movement save for the impatient wiggle of the pup's tail ceased as his father crouched to the ground, Tony following suit. For all that he wanted to be stealthy, his tail still wagged and was like to spin so fast it would carry the pup away. His father asked him what they had to do next, and Tony had to scrabble around in his brain for a few moments to process anything but 'get the nasty rabbits'. "Uh...catch them? What else do you do, Dad?" Other than find the prey and catch, just what else did one do? Walk up to them and have a conversation? Tony honestly didn't know.

He had seen some of the other wolves stalk prey once or twice, but he thought that was just because they were showing off how silent they could be. That wasn't Tony's style. He liked to make a big 'BANG!' Did his father want him to mimic the others and be quiet, too? Mulling that over for a few moments, he corrected his question, wanting to please Jazper. "Creep up on 'em...?" he tried again, more tentatively, more unsure. It was all so new and exciting to the pup that all he could do was imagine the praise he would get when he ousted the rabbits from their peskiness. Well...that, and he wanted to see what would happen when he did in the first place. He had snuck up on Fia and Zo hundreds of times and sat on them till submission. Was hunting the same? It sure seemed like it...

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.

HOW HAVE I LEFT THIS ALONE FOR SO LONG!? D:>

Jazper's long sentences made a little sense to Tony, who (still being only two months old) could only partially distinguish complicated things. When his father praised him, Tony positivly glowed with pride; answering in some sort of correct form was a large accomplishment to him. "How d'we hide our smell?" he asked. He didn't think that one could turn off oneself's scent as easily as one flips a lightswitch (although he didn't know what that was either...).

Tony's eyes became filled with fire when Jazper called him Captain--oh how that made him happy!--and when his father crouched down to his level to pat his head. It was a funny-good sort of feeling, being praised. He almost pounced into a funny sort of crouch where his rump was high in the air--tail still going--and his nose almost plowing into the ground. He smelled the rabbits alright, and it made his mouth water, even though he couldn't partake of whole, unchewed meat as of yet. He stalked the ground, creeping along with his father up to the space where the rabbits supposedly were. He had to control himself with an iron will--which was even harder, since such a thing had yet to fully develop in him--to keep from yipping too early. But there! He saw them; a few white rabbits hopping along in some bushes, eating what was left of the brackish greenery in winter. Against the snow Tony was easy to spot, but in the cover of twigs and branches he blended into the similarily brown-black bark (especially since he was so small).

With a pounce using all the strength his little body could muster, Tony leapt into the center of the rabbit group and, yipping now with full abandon, jumped around trying to land one. The rabbits had been so panicked that a few had stumbled in the snow. Being unused to targeting prey, persay, Tony had not done as such and just jumped around. But he was having so much fun! A lucky chance caught him by surprise, letting him land one of his overly-large paws on a rabbit leg, the rabbit itself having run into a tree trunk by accident, dazing it momentarily. Tony did as his instinct urged him to do--although he had no consciousness of it--and went for the throat, although all he could do was squeeze with what strenght he had since his puppy teeth did not yet puncture.

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.