Bearclaw Valley the underdog

Another circuit near dens, making sure any excess leakage of drained water stayed well away from any sleeping or suckling inhabitants. Quite a ways around, he had dug a few small trenches, giving the little remains of high risen water a final rest stop. 


Brawr
No.

...interesting.
Another child. Children, as a matter of fact.

As smooth a detered shark, he spun, and made his way to the den he had met the white warrior in, but seems a new child occupied the homely dug out. A tan hued pup, who was very much awake, and very fitful over his rear.

The silent shadow watched this youth, assessing how the size was, and noticed how much smaller he was of the pale one. Maybe a runt? Newborn? 
Or of another mother?

A child was a child, and would receive no obstruction in treatment from himself. He was to be a caretaker. Nothing less. 

"Hello," he gentle murmured to the youth.  His gaze turned from him, to the ivory that was the utter of 'No.' 
Very dominant, this ivory. A duo gemed Alpha, one day, will this pup reign as. He recalled his greeting to the soft sand pelted child.

How would he be treated in return? Would he too, attempt to challenge him, as the pale one once did?
Frozen topaz gems watched with interest in the cream coated mini lupine.