Xander Missions

The young pup had always had an interest in art. Weather it be on a stone. A scroll. Even a drawing in the dirt seemed to interest the young pup, wanting to copy and do the same thing as well and learn how to do it. More often then not however it ended up turning into a mess his parents had to clean up after him. None the less, they saw his love, and his passion, and his works were messy, weren't the worst things in the world. The pup easily able to sit and stare at a single thing for several hours. Such concentration was admirable in the little furball that when his attention wasn't on something tended to be quite the energetic creature. 

Then he came to visit the tribe. A gnarled old toskal having wares to trade. Baring many old battle scars on his his patchy graying fur... and several inky designs on bare area's of skin. Where other pups wanted to know of the others stories, and how he had gotten his scars. Alexander was transfixed by the ink upon the toskal. Some faded and old, but no less mesmerizing to him. He had never seen anything to amazing. So beautiful. To make yourself the work of art. It was... Well, it was everything he could have ever wanted. Could have ever been interested in. And soon enough he had joined the other pups in questioning the old trader. Where he had gotten such marks. How it was done who had done it. The old toskal amused by Alexanders questions and lack of interest in his scars. 

It had just so happened the male had all the items needed to do it there with him. The pup begging his parents to find something to trade to the old toskal so that he could get them. So that he could learn the trade. So that he could make, and be a beautiful piece of art like the old patchy furred toskal. Every day he asked, and every day they refused. They weren't willing to put into something that their son would forget about and move on from in a matter of days. But Alexander continued. The male persisting until the old patchy furred toskal left the tribe to continue to the next tribe to trade and sell his wares. The young pup heart broken that his parents had continued to refuse and had