Two Rivers Isle Arthendal, our new home

Pyro ignored everyone around him as he struggled to drag his brother up the hill. He was doing something completely sane in his opinion, and so he figured they were all laughing at something else. He tried not to hurt his brother too much, but Pyro had little control over his growing teeth and managed to draw some blood. Whoopsies.

Once up the hill Pyro sat happily next to his mother, making sure Vassago wasn't left alone. Something seemed to be bothering him but Pyro never thought he might be scared, what on earth could scare Vassago? He was the bravest wolf in the world! (right after daddy, of course). His baby-blue eyes met with Vassago's own for a moment, he looked sad for some reason and he tilted his head in confusion. He needed to be happy right now so Pyro tried to cheer him up with a loud yip and a soaking lick all over his face. Couldn't he see that daddy had something important to say?

Suddenly everyone started howling again, and Pyro's attention was drawn to the risen snouts of all the wolves around him. But this time he couldn't help but join them, their tunes all sounded to happy and proud that he just had to be a part of it. And so his instincts took over and his snout pointed upwards as his own off-key howl joined those of the Arthendal pack. One day he would understand what that meant.