There was a white akita curled up in the hay of the abandoned stable. He slowly raised his head and blinked his eyes sleepily. He would prefer to stay in his cozy nest longer, but as the alpha of this pack, he really couldn't. With a heavy sigh he stood up. He only had three legs, but he had relly good balance. He walked forward normally, he had been three-legged for most of his life. He slipped out into the morning sun and he blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust to the light. He saw the alphess darting around with prey and he followed her. "You're up early." he commented quietly as he scented the air for food. "Hold on a second." he added, heading towards a mouse a little ways away. With a quick pounce, it was dead and he was fed. He made his way back to the queen. "Back." he said and sat down beside her. "So." he said. "What have you done this morning?" he asked her, tilting his head to the side.

He nodded as she spoke and let his eyes drift up to the sky. A few wisps of cloud drifted across the sky as the early morning sun beamed down on them. "That's good..." he said slowly, just to speak. He looked down at her and saw her mimicing him. He sighed heavily. He wasn't a joker at all, he preffered silence and discipline. Most of the young dogs considered him a "prick". Pretty soon the femme was darting in the bushes, challenging him to a race. He jumped to his feet and shot after her. He bobbed and weaved through the bushes and weeds that littered the grass. He could barely see her in front of him and he ran faster. He ran along beside her in the brush. "Don't think I'm slow just because I'm old and only have three legs." he scolded.