He was aggravated no livid at the fact no one had been teaching him anything. With the small exception of his brother with his first alligator but still it was less than lacking for the one who desires knowledge in all things. He didn't like the reprimand from his father when Raven and he requested passage to the other packs. He really didn't appreciate being scolded in front of Raven but he had high hopes he could impress his father and if not he would simply try harder he wanted to prove his greatness to show his father he was useful but father only saw his youth and inexperience. In ways he knew father was right and yet he couldn't help hate that about him. He was still a puppy but he knew more than he was given credit for and father should be proud of his stalking abilities he had stalked his father many times and was not seen once… well his father never spoke to him and demanded him come out or go home so surely he was successful? No matter; he couldn't be bothered with such trivial thoughts today! No, on this day he would find father and demand his attention or pester him until he his father will listen but perhaps there was something more to desire from this day. In all his childish mannerisms he was excited to see his father for in all truth he held some sort of reverence to him the great king of Iromar.

An incessant quacking made him draw his ears but it also gave him an idea. He could bring his father a gift! He had never killed or relished in taking a life but it didn't matter he learned to capture things in his jaws and maybe he could do this act and show his father what all he has learned! He stalked the creatures and found several small one and a very big one. When he was close enough he let out a bark of excitement and leaped at one of the smaller creatures he learned to be ducklings unprepared for the sharp pang in his side the winged devil hurt causing him to whine in complaint and sharp little teeth aimed for its eyes and the creature let him go. He bound away managing to snatch a duckling by the foot and escape from the angry mother he looked over his side putting a paw offer the duckling face and pushing it into the mud. It was a pathetic creature whose kind made him angry as he tried to clean his bite in silence soon his concern faded and the sun had really settled in for the morning as he picked up the creature by the most roomy place near the head and pranced about towards the place he scented his father most.

His tinny tail wagged as he bounced with restrained excitement he had his blunt times and how you say mature times but all in all he was still a puppy. He dropped the mostly motionless duckling as he leaped at his father with a childish snarl trying to land his pin like teeth in his shoulder should he succeed he will relish in his accomplishment and quickly fetch the duckling and give it to his father. A gift from his son to the current ruling king of Iromar, his wise father, and should he fail when he was permitted he would still offer his gift to the great Andras.