Sex: MaleAny visitors? ;)
Leaving the den had become routine. The den was a warm and comfortable place to sleep but Roland was no longer content to remain within its earthen walls when he woke. His growing mind, aware that there was a grand world out there, now new boredom when he was not exploring it. So as the silver boy unfurled from his nap he immediately sought the exit and made his way out into the bright green grasses of spring. Only this time there was something new between the dancing blades, and it brought the pup's soft steps to an abrupt halt.
Some crow had lost a feather and by wind and chance had become stuck in the ground. It swayed with the grasses, strikingly black against the brighter backdrop. Roland narrowed his blue eyes on it. He was a curious sort as most animals were, but his curiosity was noticeably tempered by caution and suspicion. For several long moments he watched the feather animate in the breeze before deciding it was nonthreatening.
He strolled forward then until he was peering down at the feather. Roland reached out with his snout to touch it and breathe in its scent. Something about it was pleasing and in the next moment the pups eagerly grabbed it between his teeth. He mouthed at the strange new texture and taste, his little tail wiggling, and then started to parade around with his find. Occasionally he would toss the feather in the air and try to catch it, or drop it on the ground and paw at it, oblivious to anything else around him.