A voice momentarily broke his gentle resting and Tor's ear's twitched as his brow wrinkled at the confusion that it brought with it. It was soft and gentle like Ma's, yet she was warm against his back and he could feel her sleepy breaths against his spine. It wasn't deep enough for Papa either and certainly not as familiar and it was these facts alone that caused Torrel's blue eyes to flicker open with curiosity.

As quietly as he was able (which was really not very quiet at all) he wobbled up onto his precarious stance upon his over sized paws and peered suspiciously at the den entrance. It had lost most of it's interest as soon as they were allowed to pass freely between the barrier of light, but leaving it's safety and warmth, and in turn his sisters and mother, was something that still required thought first. Slowly, when he reached the top, he dropped down to his belly and shuffled forward like a snake as his back paws scrabbled furiously against the dirt until his head popped out and the pure white female fell into his sight. Torrel 'huffed' abruptly in surprise, his eyes blinking rapidly as he scooted back to a far safer distance to observe the new addition to the just-outside-the-den area.

She smelt like Pa, which Torrel had learnt meant she smelt like pack, which he had also learnt should mean that she was safe. Yet she wasn't familiar like Ma, nor as strong and large looking as Pa, and honestly just how was he to know, really? Slowly again, so hopefully not to draw her attention to him from where she stared into the distance, the young Tainn rose to his paws and stepped forward with a small, pathetic grumble coming from his chest as, without further ado, he stretched forward to try and bite at the closest thing to him—which just so happened to be her tail.

For the first time Torrel felt a thrum of adrenaline pump through him—a feeling that would become more than familiar, sought even, when he began to learn the thrill of the hunt. A low grumble of escaped escaped the boy and even though it was somewhat muffled through the intruder's white fur the pride in it was clear as 'Rell began to shake his quarry mercilessly... which would most likely feel like a gentle tugging to the female.

Suddenly the female spoke and turned her gaze on him and Tor stared back wide-eyed torn between yelping and growling the most ferocious growl he could muster as he waited for retaliation. However, clearly he was far too intimidating as she rolled over and exposed her belly and in his excitement Tor let his prize fall from between his teeth as he crowed in pleasure, high pitched yips and yowls escaping him. Grrr, he offered her threateningly in response, his chest puffing up proudly as he was confused with this 'Mr. Beast', clearly this wolf must be an incredibly scary one. No, he corrected, his head shaking furiously as he peered at her, Tooor'eeell. After all he didn't want this strange wolf getting the credit for his deeds—he wasn't even pack!

The young boy marched up to her confidently with a clumsy walk as stiff-legged and brave as he could make it, though his erratically waving tail gave away his excitement and good nature. He paused when he was a mere metre or so from her muzzle, stretching forward as far as his toes would allow him to peer softly into her eyes with his blue ones—they almost looked like Mama's.