Nothing was better than having his dad’s attention. The adult’s words fetched a wide, content grin from the pitch black child. Yes, he would get big sharp teeth just like his father when he grew up. No one could deny that father and son were definitely similar in appearance except for their eyes. The boy had seen his own face in the surface of still water, and was secretly disappointed that he did not share the vibrant orange of his sire. But out of sight was out of mind, though he would never forget that he carried the coat to those that belonged to Tak. It was a scary thought the young soul did not like to linger with.
An eager nod was given when his daddy asked if he was hungry. This child would never turn down the offer of a meal, and was not about to make an exception to that rule today. "Really, really hungry!” the boy roared, pushing against his father’s leg with clumsy, oversized puppy paws. Patience was not strength in the coal-black boy. Suddenly the thought of wolfing down the meat was all he could think about. He was thrilled about the fact that none of his siblings were present, for that meant that he probably got more than they! At least that logic made sense in Pan’s naïve mind.