The puppy had found that his vision was still not the best but that it was improving. He had been careful to not stray too far but he found himself constantly seeking the light coming from the entrance of the den that he could recognize. The blurry figure that Pacem knew to be his mother was asleep in the den and therefore Pacem just kind of sat there at the entrance to watch and observe the surroundings. His curiosity wanted to push him to go further but he knew better at that time than to go without his mother's permission. There were dangers out there that had kept his curiosity at bay. The black-pelted pup was sitting on his back legs, his front legs spaced out in front of him. There was adventure and anticipation glued into his eyes.
The boy didn't know much. He didn't really know any pack wolves besides his mother and Unitas and Pacem. It almost shocked him that they were in a pack and no wolf had come to visit them. Perhaps his mum didn't allow visitors. The boy had been really curious of the fact and wondered if they would be visited. They boy was eager and he slowly pushed his way outside the den but he stayed right by the entrance. His eyes were focused on a stick. He gave a small growl before he pounced at it but landed nearly a foot away. He picked it up in his mouth and set it down at his paws as he hit at it. He was extremely bored.