Just a little family fun if you guys want to join.I have Tacoma muse like no other <3

The excitement towards the various scents littering the Earth around their den had faded away. He had explored everything he possibly could, and learned everything he felt he needed to know about their little hideaway's location. Each plant was already thoroughly inspected, and in most cases torn out of the ground to be used as a play toy. It hadn't been long since his father had walked the little group through the territory, allowing them to explore under his close watch, and still Tacoma craved more. His mind acted as a sponge, quickly absorbing all the information it could possibly contain, while always thirsting for anything else it could get it's hands on. His curiosity oftentimes got the better of him, forcing him to question his surroundings, or those who seemed to know much more than he. This day was not unlike any others. He awoke, and stepped out into the light which had once blinded him. Already he was used to the sensation of passing from dark to light, and it no longer bothered him. Once he could feel the sun's rays hitting his back, he lounged around the opening, and waited. For what, he wasn't sure, but something exciting had to happen soon right?

Although he was far from a trouble maker, the Reinier had a growing desire to cause a bit of mischief. Any cub would really. A little fun and excitement to break up his otherwise monotonous day. Maybe he could follow @Ashton, or @Danica, and they would find something to do. For he knew that as long as he was with Ashton, he would feel safe, and if he could keep an eye on Danica, then she too would be safe. The three needed each other; For protection, and fun, but also for guidance, and comfort. Tacoma couldn't imagine life without them. His little mishpocha were important to him, and if anything were to happen to one of them, life would never be the same.

Still blue, but somewhat murkier eyes searched the land around him. His improving eyesight allowed him to catch a mouse foraging through the ground. As the dark coated cub's prey drive was just beginning to kick in, he couldn't help but move forward. Uneasy legs began moving, but realization that he wasn't going to be able to do it alone humbled him. Turning his head back toward the mouth of the den he called out to his siblings. "Hey! You gaiise. I foun' sumfin!!" He wasn't sure if they would heed his call or not, but if they didn't he was going to try and catch the creature himself.

A yip sounded from behind the young cub, and shock sent him fumbling into the air. His fur stood on end, and he looked around wildly, hoping to whatever deity that nobody had saw his fear. Embarrassment flooded through him, because he felt like a coward. If Ashton had saw that, he might never let the older cub live it down. Murky blue eyes still moved across the land in front of him; the creature he was hunting already forgotten. Wishing now, that Ashton was in fact here, he took a step forward. Using his nose, just as he had when his father told the cubs to find the mice, he came upon a dark form peaking out of the foliage. Shock was the first emotion he felt after that, which sent him flying back a step or two. That is where he stood, unmoving as he assessed the situation.

Fear still radiated off of the young male as he peered toward the creature. It smelled so familiar, yet so different all at the same time. There was a hint in the scent that he, as well as his siblings held. One that was not shared by the adults. Strange it was, that this little creature seemed to be about the same size as Tacoma. His head couldn't wrap around the concept that there would be another puppy, since he only knew of his kin. Was this one of his siblings? Why didn't the pup live with them? It almost saddened him that this wolf must have been a part of his family, but for some reason didn't get to cuddle up with them in the den, or spend time with them. Was there something wrong with him?

One nervous footstep had him shaking furiously, and the words that found themselves on his lips sounded out the terror he felt. "He.. Hello? Wh.. who is you?" Oh what he would give for Ashton to be there now. He would have walked right up to the new cub, and been the one to ask the questions. Tacoma could have processed it, and Danica would have made everyone feel better. She was a source of peace, and comfort. Why hadn't his siblings come with him?

Relief flooded the young cub as the sound of his brother's voice wafted into his ears. Ashton was always the brawn, where Tacoma was the brains. Honestly, the older cub had a tendency to be a bit of a coward, even though it embarrassed him to no end. He generally opted out of talking, or helping others to ensure that he never had to look bad in front of his younger siblings, whereas it seemed Ashton could speak his mind more often. In a way, together they were perfectly balanced, each party playing off of and benefiting the other. Although the pair might not realize it at this stage in their lives, they needed each other, and if they were to work together, they could probably get very far in life. Of course they couldn't forget about little Danica, wherever she was today. The youngest cub was more of a peacemaker than anything. Always ebbing away the tension with her sweet disposition. She could keep Ashton cooled down, and Tacoma warmed up. They were the perfect trio.

His attention fell back upon the chocolate pup in front of him. He looked so scared, so unsure. Then he took off, running in the opposite direction of the two brothers. Tacoma couldn't help but feel his heart drop, as it often did when he felt that someone around him was unhappy. The desire to follow after the strange cub, to help him feel more comfortable, and ask if he might want to play was unbearable, but he didn't know how. Even if he caught up to the black cub, what would he say? The new pup could turn him away, and it wasn't a rejection he was ready to deal with. No, instead the older cub chose to look to his brother and simply ask, "Whowusat?". Ashton would have to make the next move, decide for him, because he couldn't look like an idiot. He refused to.

Still somewhere in Ashton's head, was a small coherent thought. Something was odd about the other pup, he was alone firstly, and second was the fact that he was not related to them, Ashton could tell that by scent as Bane did not carry his nor Tacoma's scent. But he wondered why, why wouldn't the other pup live right there with the pack? Was there something wrong with him? Did he do something wrong, why couldn't they play with him? Deep down Ashton wanted to befriend the other woodlands pup. He wanted to make him feel like Ashton did about this place, like it was home and nothing could hurt him here. But the young Renier would never show such a thing. Instead he turned to Tacoma and called out, "Ya find 'im yet?"

When Ashton moved into action, Tacoma followed. He was not one to be left behind, but at the same time he didn't envy being in the lead. Somewhere right in the middle of everything was exactly where he liked to stay, which often made him wonder why he wasn't second born. Everything might have made sense if they were reversed, but for some strange reason the eldest cub found himself exactly there. He was supposed to be the bravest, the leader, rather than the follower wrapped in cowardice. A light sigh escaped him. One that may have sounded like boredom or frustration to those who couldn't hear his thoughts. Unfortunately for him the sigh meant more than that. It was one of a cub who constantly felt out shined by his brother.

A call shot through his ears, making Tacoma send back a simple, "Not yet.". Racking his brain for some answers he tried to figure out where the pup could have gone. "Doyah think 'e went home?" But where was home to the newest cub? Was he going to run home to his litter mates, or would he find himself alone, feeling as though he was dreck? It worried the eldest cub to think that the newcomer might not have what he did. It wasn't fair, and all Tacoma wanted was to let the chocolate pup integrate into their home. If he had no one, then at least he would have the three heirs. He could even be one himself, or so Tacoma thought. At such a young age he wasn't even sure what heirs meant, nor how you could become one. It was just a word he had heard used by the adults when referencing his siblings.