Baloo

Leader's Apprentice

"Wait wait wait- my father is my grandpa????"

(It's a video game and morals are how you make them be so play how you please)
Baloo couldn't remember how long he was waiting in the trade queue, it didn't matter really but it would have been nice to remember. He does remember his mother and father though, if only vaguely. He was taken in by Creamsicle while she was nursing her pups for the extra eyes on them. Taken in? Traded for, bought out.. Does.. Does it matter? Baloo paused, staring at the Main Cavern while ruminating on the thought for a few breathes before going out for his nightly little walk of "me time" to the smallish peak above their home. No, likely doesn't matter. It's a better situation here for the time being. Not related to anyone here yet. He squinted while carefully ducking under some lower branches of a fir, trying to obscure his shape from one of his packmates on patrol. It's not that he's not allowed out for his walks but he also doesn't ask to leave, so it's best to avoid uncomfortable conversations this way. Thankfully, his coat pattern replicated the rock pattern under the tree nearly perfectly- at least to the point he wasn't seen. Sighing softly he relaxed from his crouched position into a lay to watch the stars twinkle.
This description is a work in progress, it's been a minute since I've written anything