At exactly two months old, Zale was hitting his adventurous streak. The den was finally boring to the sooty boy which was probably a relief to his parents who had attempted to coax him out of it over the last few weeks. His over sized paws carried him in a clumsy fashion as transitioning green eyes took in all there was to see. Morning was always easiest to sneak out during. His parents often busy stretching their legs or finding food after being cramped in the den with their son all night. So he took advantage of it.
The seawolf was pretty sure there were other children around his home - ones he hadn't seen before. Sometimes he heard laughter that sounded different from the adults or saw paw prints that seemed too small to be one of the big wolves. He had waited long enough to figure out this mystery.
Sure he probably could have asked his parents but where was the fun in that?