He shouldn’t have been outside of the den. He knew that. Through careful observation and several failed attempts at escape he had also quickly learned that neither his father, nor ‘mother’ were ever very far away. He had left @Sahalie sleeping in the den (although no doubt she would wake at any moment and notice his absence) and boldly stepped out into the dappled light, turning his pale face and baby blues up towards the treetops, his mouth slightly agape in obvious wonderment.
The crack of a branch was quick to draw his attention, making the child flinch and cower. He expected to feel his dark silent fathers teeth around his nape at any moment, carrying him back into the safety the dark offered. But for once the swiftly looming shadow did not come to blot out the sun. Instead he was left staring at the dirt between his creamy toes.
An ant emerged from the disturbed earth, swiftly charting a course up the young childs limb. He watched it with such focus he found himself cross eyed when it travelled up one side of his muzzle to perch on his nose. No warning was given before the sharp pincers dug into the dark flesh causing the boy to sneeze and hastily swat at his face. What an awful creature!
Tracks of dirt now coated his pale face like war paint. He would need it out here in the big scary world where seemingly even the ants were against his very existence.