Stavanger Bay life is like a box of chocolates

thank u for starting <3!

Things had not quite ended as he'd hoped they would. They often did not, of course, but in retrospect, Aesop thought he could handle things a whole lot better. Maybe he'd been trying to prove himself, as both a productive member of the pack and an elder. He was supposed to be a role model, capable of talking other wolves through conflicts. Clearly, when there was puberty involved, he was less than capable. Aesop hadn't thought to factor in the extra hormones, nor whatever other wild cards youth would throw in.

No matter, he would be able to make things right. Hopefully.

Aesop followed Charon at an easy walk, confident in his ability to track the kid down in the end. Some alone time might do him some good, but Aesop thought the matter too dire to leave for another day. Eventually, following the sounds and scents of the boy, he caught up, just in time to hear his shout and watch him shatter the branch against a tree. "Hey now," he called, "what'd the branch do to you?" Aesop tried to appear friendly as he approached, sitting down a few feet away.