Yaaven's Sucess
As Yaaven followed the others into the breeding barn, his eyes widened when he saw the statue. An odd offering, he had to admit, yet the drakkin seemed to like it. That brought his attention to the six quarreling cubs. Two bronzes, two blacks, an albino and a green.
"It is good that all of you were able to make the event, and I am pleased to announce that all hatchlings are in good health, though it was a near thing in the beginning due to an...unexpected complication." Dwahro began, pausing to look at the albino scornfully, "This event is going to be like all the others with only one difference - I will not be prodding the hatchlings to approach their pre-chosen buyers. They don't have pre-chosen buyers. Call it an experiment in drakkin psychology."
With that, he stepped back. Immediately, the dominant black and green lurched forward. However, they saw eachother move and stopped, hissing and snarling at eachother.
A bronze took advantage of the situation and darted forward. Straight into Yaaven.
The wolf-shifter grabbed onto him and held him tight until the little creature stopped squirming. Then the other drakkin-lings chose and the ceremony was over. Yaaven did not hear Dwahro's next words, he was too busy staring down at the little creature he had aquired.
"What do you think, Yaasiun, will you get along well with the other boys?" He asked, looking him in the eyes.
The cub glared determinedly back. Deep inside those eyes, Yaaven could see cunning. Not much obedience, but much much cunning. He would be an interesting one to raise.
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