He was restless. He had laid in the den with his brothers for most of the night but his eyes were still wide open looking out into the darkness. It was cloudy out letting the moon only make a small break through the clouds every now and then. The sound of rain also reached out the the young prince. The boy had been listening to it on and off all night long into the early morning where he laid now. As much as the sound was soothing it did little to put him to sleep.
Pushing himself away from his brothers he slid across the cold ground on the den until his nose stuck out into the dark. Feeling the small droplets of rain fall on his nose he let his tongue roll out of his mouth to lick the drops off. Once his tongue was back inside his mouth he was pushing himself to his feet silently. Creeping out of the den into the dark he made sure to walk on the softest spots so to now make noise.
His paws carried him to one of his favorite places. A large willow tree on the southern borders. The tree was heavily laced with his own scent letting others know that the young prince had claimed this tree as his own. Most of his time, if not learning lessons from the older wolves of the Ridge, was spent here. Nosing around the tree he was looking for his toy he left here. It was a rather large willow branch that he had found fallen from this tree. Finding it just on the other side of the large tree he happily picked it up and pulled it around for a few moments.
After walking around the tree a good five or six times with his branch he decided to lay down with it. Doing what he would normally do with the branch he began to gnaw on the already worn down side of the branch.