Jacob was getting tired of basically arguing with his Judges. It was difficult to train one in particular, who only had a small amount of the red war marking on its snout and around its eyes. He suddenly snapped.

"Sit!" He commanded the white wolf with pure annoyance. Pratt had been standing right next to it. He was getting his temper tested for the past hour.

The wolf sat down, both Pratt and it flinching at the sudden annoyance and anger. Suddenly, Pratt had sat down as well with a fearful expression. Both began to stare up at Jacob with puppy dog eyes, Pratt looking barely away from tears.

Jacob stood in shock for a solid minute before he sighed, facepalming. He couldn't believe the two. Not in any way, shape, or form.