He was already growing to be a curious yet stable child, keeping his eyes peeled on his surroundings and raising mischief and so it goes. As a child, it was almost his duty to keep his parents on his toes. The young child’s eyes opened wide, looking around with a certain curiosity like he did every day as he rose from his stead onto his paws, his tail wagging vigorously behind him. His eyes swerved as he set his mind on one little area that morning: the exit to the den. He quickly found himself bounding out into the bright light caused by the rising sun.
He winced slightly at the sudden change in frequency of the light, his eyes narrowing slightly as he found himself turning to face away from the sun. He had a wide grin on his face, looking around for something to do as he took in the sights around him, analyzing the sounds of the birds chirping in the autumn as they headed south for the winter and the scents of others mixing and mingling together. It might have been a sensory overload, but he couldn’t actually tell. All he knew was that he liked it, and he was glad to be outside. The mostly grey, bronzed, and ivory male wondered if anyone else was out in the early morning as the sun barely touched the horizon to rise.
