Months after the dawning of a new leader came, I chose Toki as deputy. We were now in control of the pack.
We were all sunbathing on by the lake, as usual, we had nothing else to do. Driftwood and Magma became mates, though they were not planning on having varglings. Just for a moment, one moment everything seemed perfect until I heard footsteps. I alerted the pack. Everyone went into their dens, except for Toki and I. Over the hill, we saw the silhouette of a hound. "Who is that? Do you know that hound?" Toki questioned.
"No. Never seen him before..." I replied, panting in the heat.
As the figure turned bigger when he came toward us, I saw a grumpy, fat blue hound. I stood up on my rock, wagging my tail impatiently. A growl escaped from the back of my throat. "Who are you?" I asked. The rogue looked up at me.
"I'm Air. A rogue. Who are you?"
"I am Okami and this is Toki. I am leader of my pack and Toki is deputy." I explained
"Doesn't look like much of a pack to me. Where are all of the pack members?"
"They're in their dens, now what do you want?"
"I want to join your pack."
"How can we trust you?" My pack members started showing their faces from the dens.
"Come on! Me? A fat old flea-bitten rogue against all of you?"
"What if you have a pack?"
"I don't. I promise."
"Fine. You're not fully accepted, if you do anything to hurt any clan mate, then you flee."
