Moving Sticks

They were allowed to leave the den finally, something the boy had been looking forward to since the idea was brought up between his parents. Now, Qualm wasn't getting bored of his family or feeling like they were already suffocating him, he just wanted to go outside and see what their home looked like and what was in it. He also wanted to make sure it was safe for his little sister, that way she wouldn't get hurt or scared by some scary monster.

So with a kiss to his parents and nuzzle to his sibling, he promised not to go too far from the den before setting out. Large puppy paws carried him through the plains, pushing through the tail grasses with confidence. Qualm didn't want to appear wary of his surroundings, didn't want to be easily frightened by something he hasn't seen before. Deep breaths, ears up and dual toned eyes sweeping over the grasses.