Hmmm - exactly what he had thought. As the weather changed, he was starting to get better and better at reading that. The days it would be okay for him to step out of the den, or if he felt risky the boy could easily find out when it was time to go back inside. He had chosen a den away from his siblings this time, layered it with moss. Though it was visited frequently by them, and today everyone was busy. Not Razor, he wasn't useful and his brother wasn't doing border patrols today. So today, the sky was a little bit more clear, though the gray still hung over their heads. He was relaxing in the gulley, counting the clouds until they meshed into a large peace like the ocean.
There was only so much you could do when you were him, having to be careful with himself so his family didn't have to worry. The boy's black tail flicked to scatter some snow, like a cat he tucked his paws underneath him for more warmth. Studying the terrain out in front of him. Did he dare try to explore without one of his siblings watching him? Though like always there was someone nearby to help him. He made sure he had some sort of safety line.
