Jazper! Dated to January 11.
The Knight boy’s two-tone gaze loomed around the doorway to his parents’ room. His father had been recovering for what seemed like forever to him since the bear had hurt him. He bared his bright white puppy teeth at the thought of that day. It had never occurred to him before in his short life that his father could be harmed. As far as Enzo was concerned, his father was the strongest, fastest, most heroic wolf ever, and his mother was the smartest and most beautiful lady ever, followed closely by his Zia Savi and his cousin Amata. With a mental sigh he supposed
With his mind dwelling on the incident with the bear, a plan formed within his mind. He did not know how long his dad would be hurt. What if the bear came back and went after his sister this time? Fia was so much smaller than himself and his brother. And even though the bear had turned out to be Denali’s friend, what if another bear came along? There had to be more than one of those kinds of things! The answer was obvious to Enzo. He would have to become a warrior like his dad, and team up with his brother. It would have to be secret, of course, because then they could be like a secret weapon. He had wrestled with his brother just the day before; he knew how strong Tony could be! They would be unstoppable.
More wrestling would be in order so that they could get as much practice as possible; that much was obvious. But the more Lorenzo considered it, the more he realized that he had left one vital part out. A weapon! His father always carried a massive sword. If Lorenzo and Tony even flashed that wickedly sharp thing at an intruder, they would probably just run away scared. With the sword, he knew that they would be unstoppable. Enzo walked into his parents’ room with renewed purpose, nearly tripping over his too big paws as he approached the sword’s resting place. Gingerly, he took the hilt between his teeth and began tugging at it. Man, was it heavy! But he figured that he had better get used to it, if he was going to be a defender of Crimson Dreams. With less patience, he began tugging on the hilt in earnest.
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