The Trouble with Kids

Skoll Haskel · 01-21-2012, 07:03 PM

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Skoll chased after the ball that had been his constant companion when he was only a tiny little thing, though his game had changed since his first month of age. He moved quickly, his developing muscles rolling underneath his thickening golden coat, and let out a loud bark that, while it still showed his young age, was strong and commanded attention. Once he caught up with the ball, he dipped his head and sent it flying with a shove of his snout, and ran again. He had actually been at the game for a considerable amount of time, proving the endurance that would grow to be a trademark of his when he was all grown up.

Once the ball flew through the air and landed close to a lean tawny shape settled on the ground, the sun prince skidded to a halt, paws digging into the ground. With his growing body, he was getting clumsy, and so it wasn’t too surprising when he crashed on his face.

“Terraaaa!” the puppy howled, picking himself up again quickly and flicking his tongue gingerly over his nose. Luckily, he hadn’t reopened the wound caused by the angry bobcat, but it hurt something bad. Pawing once at his sore muzzle, he hobbled over to his occasional play mate and wagged his tail until he got closer to the rabbit she had been gnawing on.

The blonde wolfdog protested. “That’s Liam’s! You gonna get in trouble. He practice stitches on that.” He wasn’t really a stickler for the rules, but he was an obedient enough puppy, raised right—and his last excursion out into neutral territory had gotten him into big trouble, making him even more concerned. He glanced around quickly in case his big brother would waltz up to them there and then, though he hadn’t played with Liam a lot lately.

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