Things had been quiet in Tanglewood for a little while now and while that was nice and all it also left the Hellhound on edge. He wasn’t used to having such a peaceful time period, no yelling and no fighting but then again he did grow up with a battle on his doorstep so it was no surprise that he wasn’t used to this atmosphere. But the pup was older now, he was able to live on his own and he had chose to stay here so it was time he got used to this more quiet side of living, or at least try that is.

Solsken rested on the porch of his home, body flat against the wood as his chins rested atop his paws. His gaze drifted across the area as a soft sigh slipped past his muzzle. As much as he did like this peace he was also bored and needed something to entertain him. But unfortunately he didn’t have that, the only one he even talked to around here was his adoptive dad and even then there was only so much he could do.