Snippet #1566380

"Dante," Conan greeted his bata, standing with his head and tail held high, as every alpha should stand. He looked around as his two sons came barreling down the hill, and his tail wagged slightly. The two always had so much energy. He remembered, distantly, being like that once, back when his father had been the alpha of the Tallpines pack and he had been nothing but a pup.
He stepped forwards, powerful muscles rippling as he lowered his head to sniff at his pups, nuzzling them gently apart. His tail continued to wag easily as he sniffed them, learning where they had been, what they had done, since he had left this morning. He licked Chase gently on the head, encouraging him to calm down.
"Are you hungry, little ones?" he asked.