His body stretched into the warmth of the sun, his spine curling at the comfort it offered – similar to that of his mother’s body – before he stumbled forward. A lazy, lop-sided smile had fallen across his stunted maw as he padded forward, his chubby body swaying as his baby blues absorbed his surroundings. Just as his body was changing, so were his eyes. They had begun their transition from puppy periwinkle to a peculiar shade of teal (a reminder of his absent father). Along with his physical features, his personality was changing as well. His desire to play and explore was overwhelming, and Unitas frequently found himself exploring the outside of the den without the company of his siblings.
With his nose pressed to the ground, the boy began wandering about the area, his tail wagging non-stop behind his wriggling body. He was desperate for company – he wanted someone to talk to, someone to have an adventure with, but he wasn’t sure if his brothers would be willing. Although a bit of a troublemaker, Tas didn’t feel up to waking up his siblings; he knew that they wouldn’t appreciate a wakeup call from their older brother. But who else was there to play with? Unitas had not met many members of the Woodlands pack, but was eager to meet the wolves that looked up to his mother. As he raised his head to examine the territory a soft whine fell from his throat – he was lonely, and bored. A bad combination.