On A Mission

Pluto wasn't worried when the coyote had translated. He was used to carrying the weight of the pack on his shoulders. He agreed, the only way for a pack to fully function was for them to work together, something that his parents failed to see. At times they would dump of their responsibilities on him but had no problem ordering others around. 
He locked his eyes with the Alpha, showing that he was not afraid to make eye contact with such a powerful Alpha. His name. He realised that his name would sound funny on the foreign Alpha's tongue, and he silently wish that his name was something more warrior like and not so.. youthful. But he said it anyway, better to get it over with.
"My name is Pluto, from the Roman god of the afterlife. Though I am willing to change it in order to fit you pack" He said, in a strong voice. He had never caught on to his parents Roman religion, so it wasn't a problem for him to throw it away.