sunny | 61° F / 16° C
Since emerging from the den for the first time the ebony boy’s curiosity skyrocketed and his thirst for more deepened. He was fascinated by the colours outside the dark cavern he shared with his mother, for all he had known was darkness. It was comforting, the shadowed den and his mother’s warm pelt, but it was nothing compared to the different terrain he had just been exposed to.
Testing his luck, the little Kael stretched forward, his ears pinned against his skull as he crept forward. The bright light lulled him forward, like a moth to a flame, and he was more than happy to comply. His paws, which would soon outgrow the rest of his body, scrambled quickly against the stone, propelling the rest of his soft body forward. He was greeted by a burst of sunlight, the cool morning air caressing his fluffy puppy fur, beckoning him to explore further. At first his movements were slow and precise, his denim blues scanning the area for any Whitestone wolves lurking nearby. For now he was alone—perfect.
Cyril scampered forward, nearly tripping on his own paws, as he put distance between himself and his den. His brows jerked upward as he surveyed his surroundings, trying to memorize everything and store it away for future reference. It would take some time before he would become completely familiar with his home, but he was eager to get started. As he continued stepping away from his den Cyril wondered just how far he could go before someone caught him…