Quentin & Shrike

In the week or so that had gone by, Shrike and Scorponok had been fitted with collars, and Quentin had begun strict training with them - especially on potty training. The brazen Shrike had adapted quickly to this, learning early on that Quentin did not like it when you wee'd in his house, or chewed on anything other than designated dog toys and bones. And while that didn't stop Shrike from chewing on things he shouldn't, or knocking over items about the home, he was learning quickly and eagerly pranced at the door whenever he needed to go out.

Today, Quentin had allowed both of them free roam of the house while he was busy working on something in the basement. Shrike had climbed up on one of the recliners and cocked his head down at Scorp, "Look at me Scorp, I'm a hooooman. I get to sit on soft chairs and drink water from cups, because I don't have a normal tongue."

Scorponock

Even though he missed home he too had adapted and grown quiet a bit. He snorted at his brother and leaped up attempting to tackle his brother.

Quentin & Shrike

Shrike was still going at it on the recliner, tossing his head the other way now, "And I have to eat with my weird paws because I- ooof!" A ball of grizzle-gray fur was suddenly launching at him, and catching the young wolf off guard. Though a few weeks older than his cousin and many pounds heavier, Shrike was knocked over as Scorponok plowed into him.

In a flail of limbs and playful growling, Shrike tried to wrestle his companion off the chair, only to fall off himself, crashing into a side-table on the way down. A lamp fell to the ground, along with the partially filled glass of water he'd earlier been mocking.

Scorponock

He sits in the chair and playbows soon after as he watched the lamp and glass of water fall. You have weird paws?He asks.