Word Count → 420 :: Hay gurl hayyy! 
He had grown out of much of the awkwardness of his puppyhood, but that was not to say that Tony was done growing. Having just hit nine months a few days ago, his size was comparable to many of the adults within the pack lands, but it was nowhere near where he would stop. His father was a beast of a Luperci, towering over others no matter what his form. It was clear in his build, even as a child, that he would grow to reflect this. Perhaps he would not be as tall as his father, but Tony would certainly be a rugged man. Perhaps this was why he idolized his father even further than his siblings – he knew he had the ability to be something just like him someday.
Just like it had been every day that week, the sun was high over head and few clouds dared veil its glory. Tony had left behind the Manor early that morning, and gone out to explore the lands that had been his home since the day of his birth. He had no real plans in mind of what he would do with his day, but Tony supposed he might spar if he found a partner, or perhaps even go for a hunt. Whatever he did, the pack could rest assured he would hardly be idle.
He had traveled around the edge of the lake, running on four legs and pushing himself to a pace he could quicken no more. It wasn’t until he was good and tired that Tony finally came to rest along the lake’s shores. Giving himself a moment of peace to calm his racing heart, deep ochre eyes scanned the sparkling surface of the water. There was much beauty in the packlands, and he knew he would defend them will all he had. After a moment’s rest, the boy shifted to two legs and continued his stroll along the beach. After a short time, he turned and wandered deeper into Crimson Dreams.
Because he was a child of the pack, Tony knew most of the faces that called these lands home. This girl, however, was not one of them. Perhaps she could have been new here, but as he approached her, he did not smell the distinctive scent of his leaders, but an unfamiliar twang of something he could not name. "Who’re you?" He asked bluntly, something he had always done. Brows twisted to show concern, while deep ochre studied her and waited for her response.
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