Jade Fern Grove riding high in to the sky

Feel free to fade out if you want; I noticed you kind of set it up that way. >_>;

A warden, huh. Pasha thought this over for a moment, as though the word were some sort of fine wine that required a palette study before the swallow. Wordlessly for a moment, he followed after his father eagerly. While he certainly had aspirations for himself already, Pasha had not really considered what it was that he would do for the pack when he was older. Not that it was really something that crossed his mind to begin with anyway. As far as he was concerned, his life was composed still of playing endlessly until the cows came home, or at least someone told him he'd better get his rear back inside.

"What other stuff does they do?" he asked, slipping once more back to a more simpler form of talking. Something cute and endearing, as though his father would truly not answer his queries. But Scimitar had intrigued him and he could not help but ask after all the intracacies.