The day started off like any other -- Felix was asleep, curled up with other wolves in the den. His tail was wrapped closely around his flanks, for the evening was a bit cooler than those past, and he slept. His dreams were deep, and even as others woke to go about their day, the young Macieo relished the world without limits. Each dream was its own discovery; if such things like water and food were not necessary, it was quite possible the boy would spend an entire day with his eyes shut, if only to continue his explorations.
Unfortunately, his empty belly had other ideas. The morning had well passed by the time its growling roused the child and he yawned, blinking sleepily around at the empty den – no one to join him in a hunt. Alas. He gave a sigh as he stretched his gangly front limbs, and then Felix began to pry himself out of the den. The cold burst of air gave him a shock, and he might have thought to complain had not the flurry of snowflakes danced across his vision, onto his nose.
“Wow!” the boy crooned, his tail beginning to wiggle behind him. All at once, any hungry left him, mismatched eyes lighting up as he pranced out into the opening. It was everywhere!
“This is amazing!”