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Dreams pup

Summary

Dream's a cocky bitch, and Techno See's tommy and was like: Is anyone gonna take this kid? (And not wait for an answer

Techno’s always known that Dream is an asshole. He’s a petty, insane, homeless alpha with a god complex. Its surprising how many born wolves turn out that way.

In the year since they last had this little discussion of theirs, Dream’s pack has shrunk again. The first time there’d been about ten of them, then five, three, and now there’s just Dream and…a kid.

Oh boy.

Techno eyes the pup, he’s young, nervous as all hell--he’s smart, then-- but apparently not smart enough to keep himself from joining up with the homeless wonder. Techno’s eyes catch on a twist of the pup’s fur, just there, at the junction of his shoulder and neck. Is that a scar?

Oh fuck no.

Did Dream fucking turn this kid?

Gods this is gonna be a fucking problem.

“Techno!” Dream says, far too cheerful for a guy who’s about to get his ass kicked. Again.

Why do they have to do this every year?

“Dream. You’re trespassing. Again.”

“Its not trespassing if its my territory.”

Techno restrains a sigh. The pup is looking pretty nervous, his eyes flicking from Dream to Techno, to Dream again. Yeah, he can figure out how this fight is gonna go before it even happens, unlike Dream. For the past six years.

“You’re not going to beat me Dream. Just, go, would you?” Techno makes a shooing motion. He really doesn’t want to deal with this again.

Dream growls, dropping the fake friendly act. Gods, to think Techno once thought he was at least interesting. He’d almost considered this insane fucker a friend. “Fight me, Technoblade,” Dream snarls, “and we’ll see who’s territory this is.”

Techno doesn’t bother pointing out that even if Dream kills him--extremely unlikely--he’ll have to deal with the rest of Techno’s pack, who would be, in a word, furious. 

The pup’s tail is plastered to his belly, his ears down. He’s half crouched already, prepared to roll over and surrender as it is. Good. Techno eyes him for a moment more, Dream is ranting about something, probably how he’s going to win the battle in the imaginary version in his head where he’s actually a good fighter.

The pup is covered in scars, even on top of the fucking turning bite, which, now that Techno looks at it, looks really fresh. Did Dream bring a fucking fresh turn into this? Seriously?

Ugh, born wolves. Idiots, the lot of them. And that very firmly includes Phil and Wilbur. They don’t get that turned wolves don’t get instincts. They’ve had a wolf yapping away in the base of their skull all their lives. Its different for turned wolves, like the pup, and like Techno.

Dream shifts. Oh, guess they are going to fight sometime before the sun goes down, good, Techno’s still got to set up camp for tonight. Dream lunges for him, snapping and snarling.