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Friday afternoon, the most anticipated time of the week! The school bell rang and the halls were filled with the happy hustle and bustle of children excited for the weekend. "Hurry up, Kaz!" Koar cried out by the classroom door, "We don't have all day!"

"Yeah, I want my tacos!" giggled Deklan, pestering his brother with the golden jackal.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Jeez..." the blue wolf replied, hastily shoving his things into his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder before hurrying to join them.

"So, are you guys doing anything over the weekend?" Koar asked as they entered the hallway.

"I'm gonna be gone till Sunday night. I'm going to an archery competition!" Deklan said excitedly.

"A competition? I didn't know you were ­that good!" the jackal exclaimed in disbelief.

"I'm not," the culpeo laughed, "I'm just going for fun. You know, just to see what it's like." Koar's ears fell a little. "Do you know if you're coming yet, Kazan?"

"I don't think so... I have rehearsal tomorrow and it's our last practice till the concert," Kazan said regretfully, looking to the ground and tucking his tail down, "Sorry."

"Oh, that's alright. It's not a big deal," Deklan reassured his brother with a smile before dropping the subject. Pushing the school's front door open, the culpeo eagerly led the group to the mall a few blocks down for their weekly afterschool taco run.

"Ah... Fish Taco Friday..." the chubby culpeo happily flicked his tail back and forth, "The best day of the week."

Koar stared lustfully at the donut shop they passed by, drooling at the near-sickeningly sweet aromas emanating from its doors and mumbling, "I like Donut Monday better..."

"Of course you do, Donut," Kazan teased as he pat the jackal's head, causing his glasses to slide down his snout a bit. Snapped out of his trance, Koar blushed at the pet name he'd earned himself months ago before pushing his glasses back up and catching up to Deklan. Before the wolf moved on though, he caught the shop's owner, who also happened to be a close friend of his father, waving at him in the corner of his eye and waved back.

Outside the taco shack was an advertisement confirming that it was in fact Fish taco Friday: "Everyone loves Fridays! Why not celebrate with two of our world famous fish tacos for the price of one?" Stepping inside, they got in line and waited their turn to order. After a few minutes, Kazan was the first of the three pups to step up to the cash register. "Two fish tacos, please," he asked politely, looking up at the ferret behind the counter and handing her two dollars. Taking his receipt, he stepped aside for the jackal to place his order.

"Oh, shoot. I forgot my money at home!" Koar said in frustration.

"I can pay for you if you want, Koar," Deklan offered after making sure he had enough money for the both of them.

"Really? Thanks, Dek, I owe you one!" he responded gratefully as he approached the cashier with the culpeo, oblivious to an elderly feline behind them.

With his large ears, Kazan would often find himself catching bits of other furs' conversations. Cocking one ear to the side, he heard the lioness talking to herself while his friends ordered, "That's so sweet... I do miss spending time with my own brother..." The wolf tilted his head, wondering what she could've been talking about before shrugging it off.

"Can I get two fish tacos, please?" Deklan asked the cashier.

"Sure thing!" the ferret said, "What about your brother there?"

Confused, Koar turned to Kazan who was just as perplexed if not annoyed as well. After all, Deklan was his brother, not Koar's! It took the jackal a second to realize the cashier was referring to him and simply went along with it, "Oh! I'll just have the same thing."

Deklan handed the cashier four dollars and took his receipt before joining his brother with a short laugh, "Ha... The cashier thinks Koar and I are brothers."

Koar giggled, "Yeah, can you believe that? I mean, we don't look anything alike, right?"

The wolf just nodded as he looked the two over. Now that Koar mentioned it, Kazan had to admit that Koar actually_did_ look a lot like Deklan - at least a lot more than the he did with his navy and green coat. The culpeo and jackal's fur were both similar shades of tan and shared analogous patterns - Koar's only being slightly darker. Before any of them could say anything else, Kazan's order number was called and he left to get his food. Not a moment later, their own order number was called as well. Unfortunately, the only open table was a booth for two, but the three of them figured they could squeeze in since they were only cubs. Kazan set his food down on one side and went to get some salsa while Deklan playfully pressed Koar up against the wall on the other side.

"Come on, Dek!" Koar complained as he wiggled around in a vain attempt to get the hefty culpeo to move, "I know you have more room over there!"

Deklan turned around to check if he actually had more room or not - he did. "Nope," he said bluntly and stuck his tongue out at the jackal.

"Yes you do! I can see it right there!" Koar cried out, pointing a claw at several inches of empty space by Deklan.

Returning from the salsa bar, Kazan noticed Deklan and Koar still squirming about in their booth. More importantly, he also noticed a few other diners chuckling as they watched the two of them play. Passing by a young couple, the wolf overheard them talking about how "cute" the "brothers" were together and how they wished to someday have cubs of their own. Folding his ears back and gritting his teeth together, Kazan was more than annoyed at this point. Surely it can't be a coincidence anymore. The old lioness, the cashier, and now them?! Everyone thinks Deklan is Koar's brother! Kazan was practically radiating with envy. Well, you know what? He's mine! The wolf was nearly snarling as he approached his table, but quickly took a deep breath and managed to compose himself before either Deklan or Koar could notice.

"Hey," Kazan began as calmly as he could, "Can you guys stop? I think people are staring..."

They paused their struggle and looked around. Sure enough, they caught more than a few furs averting their gaze. "Oh, sorry," Deklan said, his ears drooping some as he scooted over to give Koar a little more room. They quickly settled down and ate their food, Kazan and Deklan rolling their eyes as they watched the jackal pick the cabbage out of his tacos.

The rest of their time in the taco shack was uneventful for the most part - save for Kazan occasionally hearing more furs mistaking Deklan and Koar for brothers. The wolf did his best to keep his mind off of the subject, but found it increasingly difficult as his jealousy gradually consumed him, no thanks to the restaurant's other diners. Fifteen minutes later, he couldn't take it anymore and abruptly excused himself after swallowing the last of his tacos. "I'm gonna head over to the library. I gotta meet with my group for the group project," Kazan lied. Standing up to leave, he sighed and used their class nerd as a scapegoat, "You guys know how hard Eric tries - I'll catch you guys later."

"Alright, bye!" Koar waved.

"See ya at home," Deklan said.

Kazan almost stumbled over his own paws in his hurry to leave the establishment. Looking around to find his bearings, he walked to the park across the street. For hours, the wolf paced around the green, furiously grumbling and muttering to himself about what he might do to Koar for trying to take his brother from him. "I got it!" an idea finally struck him. "I'll fatten that greedy little jackal up till no one'll ever even think he could be Deklan's brother!" he cried out angrily, frightening some of the other furs around him. Kazan rubbed his paws together with an evil grin as he plotted his revenge out loud, "I'll let him have his Donut Monday alright... I'll even let him have it a couple days early..." Immensely satisfied with himself, Kazan made his way back to the mall to start his preparations. "Six o'clock - just in time..." he snickered to himself as he checked his watch before entering the donut shop.

"Hey there, Kazan!" the coyote behind the counter cheerfully greeted him. "Hungry for something? I got lots of leftovers today," he offered, trying to tempt the boy.

"Hi, Mr. B! Yeah, but not for me. I'm having some friends over tomorrow. Do you think you have enough to last us the morning?" Kazan asked sheepishly.

"Of course! Just let me go fetch 'em from the back room," he left the storefront and returned a few seconds later with 4 boxes, "Ya think this'll be enough?"

Kazan's eyes grew wide as the coyote set the stack of boxes on the counter, "All that?! But your donuts are huge!"

"Sure, why not? I don't mind sharing with you," he told the wolf. "I usually just take 'em to the food bank, but I don't mind giving them to you. You're a good kid!" Mr. B said with a smile, leaning over the counter and ruffling the wolf's bluish green hair. Kazan blushed at the complement, knowing full well what the donuts were really for. "These are just leftovers, by the way, so there are all kinds of different flavors in here," he mentioned, "Oh - and there are a few extras in the last one. There wasn't enough to use a whole extra box."

Kazan wagged his tail with glee as the coyote handed him the donuts. "Wow! Thanks, Mr. B!" the wolf exclaimed. It took the pup a few seconds to figure out how to carry all the boxes, but he eventually managed to fit them all in his arms.

"You need a hand there?" Mr. B chuckled, coming around the counter and holding the door open for the wolf.

"No, I think I got it," Kazan replied happily as he exited the shop, his snout poking out over the top of the boxes just to see in front of him, "Thanks again!"

"Don't mention it!" the coyote called back before closing up his shop for the night.

Kazan carefully walked back home with the donuts weighing heavily in his arms, making sure not to drop or bump into anything. Upon reaching his house, he noticed the garage was open with his mother's car parked inside. Crud! How am I gonna sneak these inside? Kazan rushed up to the house and backed up against the wall. Peering through the windows, he checked to make sure the coast was clear before slinking into the garage and cracking the door open with his elbow just enough to take a peek inside. He was in the clear. Pushing the door open further, Kazan cringed and gave a quiet yelp as the door's hinges gave off a slow miserable creaking. The wolf froze, his ears standing at full attention, listening for the sound of footsteps. Luckily, both his mother and Deklan were upstairs at the moment and didn't seem to hear anything. Huh... Kazan sniffed the air. Dinner's cooking, but mom isn't in the kitchen... Ignoring his curiosity, he didn't question his luck and sighed in relief. Making his way across the hallway and into a closet, he discreetly hid the donuts in a corner behind some old clothes. With the instruments of his revenge sufficiently concealed, Kazan snuck out of the closet and announced his arrival as if nothing had happened, "Hello? I'm home!"

"Hi!" the wolf heard Deklan call out from their room, too busy playing some video game to come downstairs.

The cubs' mother appeared from the master bedroom and walked downstairs to greet her son. "Hi, Kazan," she said lovingly and pecked him on his snout, "Are you sure you can't come with us this weekend? It's just one rehearsal you'll be missing, right?"

"But it's our last one before the concert! Everyone has to go!" the boy reasoned.

"Well, alright then," the mother relented, "I have enough food prepared to last you while we're gone."

"Okay, thanks," Kazan paused for a moment before innocently asking, "Do you know when dad's coming home?"

She chuckled and pat the boy on his head, "Don't worry, he'll be home on Monday. Now go wash up," she said while making her way to the kitchen, "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

The pup obliged and went upstairs to join his brother.

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Kazan woke up the next morning alone, Deklan and their mother having already left for the archery competition and their father still on his business trip. After going about his morning routine, he entered the kitchen for a late breakfast. Fetching a spoon and a bowl of his favorite cereal, Kazan sat himself down on the living room floor and flicked on the TV, wagging his tail absentmindedly as he watched his Saturday morning cartoons. Before he knew it, the wolf felt his spoon clank at the bottom of the bowl and looked down to find it devoid of any cereal. Putting it up to his muzzle, Kazan upturned the bowl and slurped up the remaining milk before getting up to place it in the sink. He glanced at the clock - it was five till eleven. After turning off the TV, the pup went to his room to get his trombone and gather his music for rehearsal. He stuffed the papers into the instrument's case and slung it over his shoulder before trekking to the rehearsal site.

A few hours passed until Kazan was finally back home, this practice session being particularly long since it was the band's dress rehearsal. Exhausted and with his chops blown, the wolf sighed in relief as he set his case down and flopped onto his bed, falling asleep. He awoke an hour later and instantly remembered what he had in store for his jackal friend. With his thoughts now back in the same raging frenzy they were in the day before, Kazan hopped out of bed to set his scheme to motion. Grinning inwardly, he picked up the phone and started dialing Koar's number. A few seconds of dull ringing passed as the line connected.

"Hello?" a man on the other end picked up.

"Hi! This is Kazan. Is Koar there?" the boy asked.

"Oh, sure!" Koar's father muffled the receiver as he called for his son, "Koar! Your friend's on the phone!"

A few more seconds passed as the jackal joined the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, Koar!" Kazan greeted, masking his intentions, "Do you wanna come over for a sleepover? Deklan is gonna be at his archery competition all weekend and I'm bored."

"Oh, totally! Let me just go ask my dad." Kazan heard the phone clunk onto a table as his friend left to ask his father for permission. A minute passed by as the wolf waited impatiently, anxious to have his revenge. "Kaz?"

"What'd he say?" Kazan asked, almost too enthusiastically.

"He said okay! I'll be over after dinner!" Koar said excitedly.

"Great! See ya then!" Kazan hung up the phone before the jackal could say anything else.

In the meantime, the wolf entertained himself while he frantically plotted his retribution. For hours he paced back and forth in his room, tail flicking around furiously as he tried to come up with the perfect plan, only to be interrupted by a loud grumbling from his stomach. Kazan looked down at the source of the noise and realized he hadn't eaten since morning. Satisfied by his machinations, he went to the kitchen to microwave one of the precooked meals his mother had prepared for him. Quickly downing his dinner, Kazan's ear twitched as he heard the doorbell ring and sprinted to the front door with his tail blurring behind him. Swinging the door open, he saw the jackal carrying nothing but a sleeping bag and casually greeted him before pulling him inside, "Heeey, Koar! Come in!"

"Hi, Kaz!" Koar looked behind him and waved to his father as he drove off, leaving the pup in his friend's paws. Letting the wolf lead him upstairs, Koar asked "You said you're home alone, right?"

"Yup," Kazan replied simply as they entered his room.

The jackal set his sleeping bag down and smirked, "So we can do whatever we want?"

"Mhm!" Kazan smiled, "But first, let's play a game!"

"Sure! What is it?" Koar asked as his tail wagged excitedly, "Did you guys get the new Super Mutt game?"

"No," the wolf began rummaging through his closet, "I thought we could play puppy!"

"Puppy...?" Koar asked, tilting his head.

Kazan turned around and revealed a collar and a leash in his paws. "Here," he handed the collar to his friend, "Put this on."

The jackal nodded and did as he was told.

"If you're gonna be a puppy, you're gonna need some jackal food - hold on," Kazan placed the leash on his desk before running downstairs. Not a minute later, he returned with a box of donuts. He placed the box down on his desk and took one of the unusually large donuts out before pointing to the ground next to Koar, "Sit!"

Koar quickly put two and two together and laughed, "I'm not hungry, Kaz. I just had dinner!" He gave his pudgy and rounded middle a pat to emphasize his point.

"Koar," Kazan started waving the pastry in front of the jackal's snout, taking advantage of his lack of self-control, "We both know you can't turn down donuts."

Koar had to admit the wolf was right. The sugary smell of the glazed confection alone was enough to make his mouth water and his tummy rumble, despite having already eaten. Stretching his muzzle out further and further, he tried to snap his jaws around the donut, but not before Kazan quickly pulled it out of his reach.

"That's what I thought, Donut," Kazan sneered at Koar's bitingly appropriate pet name. "Now be a good little jackal puppy and sit!" he pointed at the ground again, repeating the order.

Without hesitation, Koar dropped down and squatted like the feral dog he was pretending to be, wagging his tail and staring longingly at the donut in his "master's" paw.

The wolf grinned, pleased with how easily the jackal submitted, "Good boy." He tossed the pastry into the air and giggled as Koar snatched it in his teeth and tore into it, hardly even chewing before swallowing. Kazan reached into the box for another and thought, "Hmm... Spea-!" Before Kazan could even finish the command, Koar leaned forward and let out a loud, almost unsettlingly feral, bark and snatched the donut out of the wolf's paw. Watching Koar happily munch on the treat, Kazan was taken aback by the jackal's sudden short-lived aggression and scolded him, "Bad puppy! You can't just go and take your own treats!"

Koar whimpered and whined back, staring up at his "master" with regret.

The wolf smirked and let his "pet's" little outburst slide. Retrieving another donut from his desk, this one covered in chocolate and sprinkles, and thought, "Hmm... Now roll over!"

Again, Koar obeyed without question. Lying down on his doughy chest, he frantically rolled around on the floor a few times before landing on his back with his paws dangling in the air and his slightly distended belly rising and falling as he panted. Looking down at the fat jackal, Kazan held the chocolaty pastry over Koar's head. Patiently waiting with his jaws open, Koar watched the treat intently as Kazan dropped it into his muzzle, effortlessly catching it and chewing it up just as quickly as he did the rest. He licked up the icing and sprinkles smeared across his muzzle before scrambling back into a sitting - squatting - position as best as he could and looked up at the wolf with his tongue lolling out of his mouth for another donut.

"Still hungry for more?" Kazan teased, patting his puppy's head as he looked up and nodded. The wolf produced a new saccharine confection from the box that appeared to be stuffed with some kind of filling. "Smells like jelly..." he said while sniffing the donut, trying to tempt Koar. "What else can you do..." he tapped his chin with a claw for a few seconds until his face twisted into a devious smirk, "Beg!"

Koar thought for a moment before whimpering and bringing his paws together, staring up at the wolf.

"Come on," Kazan crossed his arms, unmoved by Koar's pleading, "You gotta do better than that if you want it!"

Whimpering and whining - borderline crying - the jackal redoubled his efforts to please his "master" with the saddest puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

"That's better," the wolf sneered, throwing the jelly-filled donut high up into the air. Koar instantly jumped up and snatched it in his teeth, causing the pastry's gooey filling to burst out all over his face. Kazan doubled over and erupted with laughter at the sight of the chubby jackal eating up the donut, not seeming to mind the jelly strewn all over his face. It wasn't until he finished devouring the confection that he wiped his face down with his paws and licked his fingers clean.

Hic!

"Aww!" Kazan said with mock pity in between giggles, "Does someone have the hiccups?"

Hic!

The jackal nodded sheepishly.

Something in the wolf's mind clicked. "Well, you know what they say about hiccups, right?" Kazan smiled as he picked up the box on his desk and offered it to the jackal, "The best way to get rid of them is to stuff them down with food!"

Now sitting with his back against a bedpost - Hic! - Koar lit up and ecstatically grabbed the box before eating directly out of it.

Although his plan took an unexpected turn, Kazan was still immensely pleased to see his puppy glut himself on the remaining donuts, each one adding to his already-bloated midsection. For the next ten minutes, Koar greedily gorged himself on the donuts until he polished off the dozen. With a satisfied belch and crumbs and icing scattered across his muzzle, he set the box down under the impression he cured his - Hic!

He let out a loud groan.

"Aww... Looks like you still need more jackal food!" Kazan said, feverishly bounding to the door, "Hold on, I'll be right back!" He was just out into the hallway when he turned around, "Oh - I almost forgot." The wolf grabbed the leash on his desk. "Just in case puppy tries anything silly..." he hooked the leash onto the hiccupping jackal's collar and tied the other end to the bedpost he was leaning on. "There!" the wolf smiled, "Now sit tight while I go get you some more donuts!"

Koar sat there and watched Kazan run off, somewhat confused by his "master's" fervor. Despite having already eaten dinner and an entire box of donuts - Hic!- he still looked forward to getting more of his "jackal food" and simply played along with his friend's game.

A short while later, the wolf returned with the three other boxes he'd gotten the day before. Koar's eyes grew wide as he sat straight up and wagged his tail furiously at the sight of so many donuts. As Kazan set the boxes down on the bed and turned to face him, Koar's tail dropped flat when he saw a drastically uncharacteristic, insidious look on the wolf's face. "Kaz? Are you okay?" Koar looked up and asked with concern.

Kazan didn't say a word and walked passed the jackal to the knot he tied to the bedpost. Instead of untying it like Koar expected, he carefully pulled the leash through the loop until the jackal's neck was bound to the bed.

"Uh..." Koar nervously squirmed in place as he tugged on the collar, "Kaz...?" He felt around the back of his neck for the leash's hook.

Noticing the jackal struggle and fiddle with the collar, Kazan quickly yanked his arms away from the release and knelt down, forcing them behind his back and around the bedpost.

"Kazan!" Koar cried, trying to get to his feet but falling right back down as he gagged on the collar. "Kazan! What on earth are you doing?!" he shouted angrily.

Being the larger canine, Kazan had little trouble fighting against Koar's struggling and used the leash's extra length to tie the jackal's wrists together. "Oh calm down, Koar," he spat, "You're only making it harder!"

"Just tell me what's going on!" Koar did his best to compose himself while Kazan made his way back to the boxes on his bed.

"You've been a bad, bad puppy, Koar," the wolf opened the top box, angrily folding his ears back, "You've been getting awfully close with Deklan and other furs are starting to think you two are related! Well, you know what?!" Kazan shouted, trembling with jealousy, "Deklan's_my_ brother! Do you hear me? Not yours, mine!"

Koar spaced out for a bit, recalling the previous day's events. He suddenly burst out laughing, "Are you serious? That's what you're mad about? That was just one fur!"

Snarling, the wolf barked back, "It was not just one fur! Everyone around us was talking about how they think you two are brothers!"

"Oh calm down, Kaz!" Koar tried to reason in between laughs, "I didn't mean to!"

Kazan was seething as the jackal tried to blow the incident off as a joke before exploding with rage, "I'll stuff you so full of donuts no one'll ever even think you two could be related!"

"Really?" Koar scoffed, "That's what you're gonna do to me? Bring it on, wolfy!"

Growling at the jackal in frustration, Kazan grabbed a donut and brutally shoved it into Koar's mouth while he was laughing, causing Koar's glasses to fall off his snout. His eyes shot open in surprise as the pastry assaulted him, but gladly ate it up as the wolf prepared two more. Just as the jackal swallowed the first bit of dough, Kazan gagged both donuts into Koar's mouth as he tried to take a breath. Although Koar struggled to keep up with Kazan, he didn't falter in the slightest. Chewing frantically, he managed to mash up the donuts enough to finish the first one, but Kazan swiftly replaced it with another... and another... and another... until Koar finished devouring the entire second box.

"Is that all you got?" Koar taunted, finally getting a chance to catch his breath, "I can take everything you've got!"

"We'll see about that," Kazan sneered as he opened the next dozen.

Despite the jackal's confidence, he quickly had second thoughts as Kazan started stuffing his muzzle anew. They were only a few donuts into the third box when Koar started feeling uncomfortably full. He tried to pause and look down at his belly, but the wolf quickly shoved another donut into his maw to remind him there were more pressing matters at hand. Through his impaired vision, Koar caught a blurry glance at his bloated gut. It stretched out half a foot from his body now and was packed tight with the sugary confections he loved so much. Surely the jackal could stomach at least a few more, but Kazan still had another dozen waiting for him once they were done with the current one. Hesitantly swallowing what he could, Koar's ears pinned down to the back of his head as he could only wait for a new donut to be squeezed in with the other half-eaten ones in his mouth. The rest of the third dozen disappeared down his gullet as a blur to Koar as the process of having donut after donut forced into his gut almost became second nature to him and drew him into a stupor. So much so that he was caught off guard and snapped out of his daze when his muzzle wasn't met with another donut. With his swollen middle now stuffed agonizingly full, Koar finally caved and begged Kazan for mercy, "Please, Kaz... I can't eat anymore!" he panted in pain, "I didn't mean to take Dek from you - honest! I'm sorry!"

Ignoring the jackal's pleas, the wolf opened the fourth and final box and grinned as he found four extras sloppily thrown in as well. Kazan knelt down with two of the sixteen donuts in paw and gave Koar a menacing look.

"Please...?" the jackal urged once more, whimpering helplessly.

Kazan pressed one of the donuts up to Koar's lips, waiting for him to open his mouth, but Koar did his best to resist in his weakened state. Unfazed, Kazan stood back up, grabbed the jackal's muzzle, and pried it open before shoving both pastries in, beginning the unrelenting feeding once more. Koar sluggishly chewed through the donuts as the process repeated itself. Each subsequent swallow pushed his belly out further and further into the waistline of his groaning, now-agonizingly tight shorts. His t-shirt had long since ridden up his immense, drum-tight dome of a stomach and exposed the sparse cream-colored fur that was ever so slightly tinged with pink from the tender, strained flesh it was failing to protect.

As the jackal neared the end of his punishment, the seemingly impossible fullness in his middle was taking its toll on his consciousness. With the itis rapidly lulling Koar to sleep, Kazan was constantly forced to wake him up in order to finish the last of the donuts. Finally on the last one, the feeble jackal was too weak to chew for himself, so the wolf had to work his jaws for him and tilt his muzzle up to help him swallow. As the last lump of dough slid into Koar's globular gut, the stitches holding the button onto his shorts finally popped and sent the button flying across the room, nearly nailing Kazan square in the face, and ricocheting off the far wall. Instantly, the jackal's massive belly surged out of the confines of his pants, forced the zipper all the way down, and flopped nearly a foot onto his lap with an audible smack. With his entire body slumped over in a food coma, Koar didn't notice a thing. Kazan, on the other paw, proudly looked down at his work, even wondering if he had gone too far.

Ultimately satisfied with his revenge, the wolf knelt down by the jackal to untie his paws and remove the collar before undoing the knot he made on the bedpost. Tossing the leash and collar back into his closet, Kazan glanced at his alarm clock and noticed it was well past both his and Koar's bedtimes. He grabbed Koar by the arms and tried dragging him across the ground to his sleeping bag, struggling as he quickly found the jackal's newfound heft too much to handle. Giving up, the wolf carefully laid his friend down in the middle of the room and grabbed the blanket from his brother's bed to cover him as he slept. Kazan walked to the door, giggling softly as Koar's belly towered over his snout before flicking the lights off and going to bed as well.