At two-and-a-half-months-old the youngest of the Swift River wolves felt that the world could no longer hold him back. Summer, in its string of seemingly endless sunny and overcast weather, was indeed a good time to grow up. While he and his siblings had abandoned the den in exchange for meticulously chosen rendezvous sites, Fenru was starting to view his family's territory as a large playground; and, when neither Rihael and Kisla wanted to join him on a random adventure, he'd go off on his own... even if it was usually only a few feet away behind a tree. Today, however, he only wandered a few meters from the den to investigate a strange, moss-covered tree trunk.
He placed his large forepaws over the fallen tree before using his hind legs to boost himself up. Almost immediately after, he planted his large nose into the odd green foliage. Bushes, grass, and leaves he had been acquainted with but this stuff... this was something else! His tail wagged as he toddled to the other end of the large log but suddenly stopped as he eyed a strange brown thing right in the middle of the furry green stuff he was inspecting. What... was THAT?!
Fenru's eyes widened, his irises (which was now sporting a bit of gold around the inner edges) gleaming in the early morning light. He inhaled deeply, trying to get a whiff of the mushroom's scent, which was absolutely funky to begin with. A small growl rumbled from his throat and, after realizing that the fungi wasn't something alive like a squirrel or a fish was, he slowly opened his jowls to "test" the texture of the odd organism. Just sticking his tongue out and inching his head forward over the ambsace ought to suffice his curiosity.
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