What makes a home?

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah nodded. "Seems logical. Be careful." He watched both curiously in warily as Deimos worked. He felt bad about not being able to help more but he lacked creation knowledge or any  kitchen knowledge. He also didn't appreciate the cheshire cat grin. It made him want to move his scarce things even further from the general. Sah liked his blanket. He didn't want it to catch fire. Unable to take the risk, he quickly grabbed it and threw it over his shoulders like a cloak. Now that it was safe, he relaxed. Sah glanced up when Deimos spoke up. "Entertain you? Ah, I'm not great with jokes on the fly. Let me see...Oh! I'll tell you a story." Sah thought back to his puphood, recalling some of the more humorous exploits he had gotten up to. "Ok. So  there's a tradition back home. When we're teaching the pups how to fly. Of course we start them out with making small jumps from rocks or low tree branches. But once they're ready we'd take them to a cliff that overlooked the ocean. We'd tell them that as they're final test, they had to jump off an fly." Sah chuckled before he continued. "But that was a lie. Before they can jump, the older pups shove them off. They almost always end up catching the wind and flying. And if they don't, they try again. But when it was my turn to be shoved off, I may have reacted harshly. The second one of the older pups knocked into me, I whipped around and bit him. The force sent us both over the cliff and into the water. He was furious. But the adults and others up on the cliff were laughing. One actually lost their balance and fell. Basically the whole test ended up being a mess and so others jumped in just for fun. We had to to do the whole thing over again the next day."  Sah grinned. "And I'll be honest, on that second day I pushed the older pup off the cliff before anyone got the chance to push me. I was a petty pup." sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie