Lost Creek Hollow they remember the people who feed them

nothing says disruption like pike. or, well, nothing disrupts quite like pike does. so, while law was perhaps trying to patrol to soothe his restlessness, the toothy youth had other ideas. his mom had told him about the joiner -- and that it was his uncle -- and pike had a lot of initiating to do. after all, it wasn't fair if everyone else had to go through his ritual harassing and he didn't! so pike hunted him down, using the scent that had been on arbiter's fur. 

pike spotted the guy from a short distance, yipping loudly for attention (though it was unlikely that law would miss him) and beginning to barrel towards him with lanky legs and waving tail. he skidded to a halt before the dark wolf and stared at him rather excitedly. and it seemed as he grew he still seemed to have that upper fang perpetually stuck outside his lip. call it and overbite, i think it's from over biting. like -- biting too much. sorry, anyway. the kid piped up.

hey!! 'm pike! he introduced swiftly, giving only barely enough time for law to introduce himself right back. i found a fox's den on the western border and i wanna go mess with it, he announced firmly, ears flicking, dad said i can't go without an adult -- true -- and mom said you would go with me -- not true -- will you come, please?? cue puppy dog eyes -- but not on purpose, he just had some sweet lil baby eyes -- likely from terance.