Angel Dust Jr.

Angel Dust Jr. was born to Angel Dust Sr. and Lichen. His mother loved him, but he never saw much of his father, who was always off with that scum traveler, Rhodochrosite. He was bitter about this, but he made sure that everyone else in the pack. He was charming, sweet, pleasant, and likable. He talked to the older wolves, listening attentively to their stories and laughing with them. He played with the adols, and being the strong pup he was, he was able to keep up with them. He played with the other pups, teasing them and giggling with them. He hung out with the adults, making them laugh and being silly. The whole pack loved him. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he made everyone else love him, them his father would finally notice him. He had his father's dashing looks and charm, aswell as his headstrong stubbornness.

Angel was bitter. His father had pups with Rhodochrosite. They had all his attention, leaving no room for him to be proud of Angel. He detested the pups that Rhodochrosite and his father had. As he watched his father coo over his half siblings, he thought bitterly that should be me. He decided that he would just have to try twice as hard, charm everyone even more, throw all his effort into training, outshine everyone. He knew he could do it.

Once Angel was aloud to start training, he immediately went to Eiro, one of the oldest and most skilled hunters in the pack, and charmed him into giving him a hunting lesson. Eiro agreed, and brought along two other pups, Freedom and Anthony. Angel put so much effort into that first lesson. He did amazing, managing to catch a few small mice and squirrels. He was extremely proud that his first lesson went well.

His half brother, Rhodochrosite's son, Butterfly took to following Angel around and calling him 'Junior'. This annoyed Angel, but he tolerated it. That damn pup never stop talking. He had wild ideas and big dreams, and loved telling Angel about it.

Angel excelled in his training, working harder then any of the other pups. He won over the approval of his father's real mate, the Alpha herself, Twister. She said that he rivaled her own heir, and that with time, she would see if he could become the future king. His mother was terribly proud of him, and he was very proud of himself too. He walked with a new confidence, mimicking the tail-high, nose up, grinning way that Twister walked. It was a risky move, to act so importang and confident, but the other pups seemed to accept him as the one in charge of them. His father started to notice him a little more. He congratulated him on successful training or play fights with the other pups, and he even had a few short conversations with Angel.

Butterfly stopped following Angel around once he befriended the son of Queen Twister, Hurricane. He was thankful for this, so he could focus on his training.