The golden child was now nine weeks old though still the concept of age was something he did not understand yet. However, he realized as he grew he began to understand more and more... He knew the concept of time now, of mornings, midday and night. He knew what the sun was and the moon and had vaguely learned that they were 'Gods' as mother said, whatever that meant. He knew that both Scully and Avella were related to him, that Leotie and Sven were their birth parents though they were still, as far as Ragnar was concerned, a brother and sister to him and Freyja was his 'twin sister', something different in entirely due to the fact that they had lived in mother's stomach together. His interest today however, was the young female known as Adeltra.
She, like Leotie, Sven and Blitz, had been predominant wolves in his life underneath his mother of course. They had been around him far longer then any of the other wolves. He knew their voices better, their scents... He followed her scent now, trailing away from the pack den into what he hoped was her direction. He knew he was aloud out of the pack den now without anyone watching him. That he and his siblings were free to play outside and, so long as an adult was with them, could travel for over a mile away from the den site. Of course, he was not with an adult now but he would be if he could catch up with her. He wouldn't run away, wouldn't get in trouble, he didn't think. Why wonder off when this was all he ever knew and when he was so happy with it? Ragnar just hoped that 'his older sister' would be willing to have him tag along with him today.