I'm gonna be a mighty king

Age: 6 weeks

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He was the only boy in a group of girls, but he might as well have been one of many. He was rough on the girls, using his needle-point teeth and superior weight and size to antagonize them. It wasn't that he held any dislike for them; only that he played harder than perhaps he should have. His rough play had only worsened once his vision had sharpened up, and his ability to hear their annoyed cries when he flopped his greater puppy weight on one of the girls. 

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Her nose pushed him away from the girls, an indignant whine slipping the boy's throat. He would try and avoid his mother's nose as she tried to guide him farther from them but his efforts were futile, in the end. Arathorn would find himself between Mama's paws, her tongue sweeping over his fur while he would babble away, puppy sounds and squeaks coming from his tiny mouth. Her words, while they did not fall on deaf ears, still fell on ears that didn't quite understand her. 

He did, however, understand enough to make sounds right back at her. “Ma ma ma ma.”

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Mama was affectionate, playful with him. His paws would swat clumsily at her nose, his sharp little baby teeth trying to catch her when she was close. He would be a large boy, with the size and weight of some of his ancestors; for now though, he was small, and easily tumbled and rolled when she truly got him going. That puppy energy would wear out eventually though, and Arathorn would finally bumble closer and plop himself into his mother’s arms, a tiny yawn leaving him as he settled down.
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