“Enough!” cried an exasperated Elane, forcibly injecting herself between the two. “Stop fighting. Am I going to always have to keep the two of you at opposite ends of the pack?” She knew she could; her mother would help Elli with that if need be. Still! Just because Evangeline and Elane could didn’t mean they wanted to. “So - I know your name is Dragonfire,” she said to the orange-eyed pup, then, turning to the grey boy, added, “but I didn’t catch yours, I don’t think.” Elli’s ears perked up as she awaited the grey-furred child’s name . . . if he even caught the hint at all. These two seemed out of sorts, with their queer arguments and sheer irritability. She wondered what their parents must have been like, though given their ages neither pup could have known their parents for very long.

“Step one, you say, we need to talk, he walks, you say sit down it’s just a talk.”