Sex: MaleHe was excited for the future, but had no idea what he wanted to do when he grew up. That thought almost pained the young wolf as he glanced about his earthen sleeping place for his pack mates. Everyone in the pack had a job to do. When I get old enough what will my job be? Unitas thought quietly before hoisting himself up off the ground. He had to dip his head in order to keep from knocking it on the roof while exiting the den. He had to get used to doing this now because Tas had bumped his head more than once as his body grew upwards.
Casting the worrying thought away, young Tas smiled as the dark colors and smells of night washed over him. The moon was out though not much of it could be seen through the thinning tree branches. Creeping out of the den like he had so many times before during this time of night, Unitas slipped away to enjoy his usual nighttime stroll. For nearly a month now he had been taking these frequent trips out to clear his head and enjoy the scenery. The daytime trips were well known by his pack mates, but the nighttime ones weren't. Usually the dark lad snuck out,unsure if his mother was actually okay with him being out wandering the territory at night.