King Elk Forest if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail

She laid it out in no uncertain terms; a true alpha female if ever there was one, and he, with bright eyes and an amused grin, took it all in, nodding along in agreement as she recited the rules. None of the things she spoke of did he have a problem with. He was a dutiful, obedient sort, and the old ways may have been old, traditional, and to some archaic, but they were sensible. Priority one was of course her offspring, the mention of which drew his ears upright. These were bad times for adults, let alone pups.

"Nope," he replied. "I understand. If you will excuse me then, I will make myself useful at once, and see if I can find something for your pups." Rexxar stood, holding his front paws together proper-like, his head lowered belowed the height of her own, and his ears turned back, awaiting her dismissal, or some other order.