The world isn't ready

The morning began with a positively massive yawn which send the pudgy pup rolling over backwards. After he righted himself with much flailing of small, awkward limbs, he blinked and glanced around. Everyone appeared to be sleeping still... How boring. Clambering over other warm bodies in probably the least sneaky exit in history, Amos waddled his way to the den entrance, hesitating slightly when he heard his mother calling(more like growling, really) after him. But no, the small and curious lump of baby fluff would not be stopped! Today was the day, she'd promised, and with or without his mother he was gunna go explore right now.

When he reached the den entrance, warm tendrils of light dipped down through the leafy branches to settle on his dark fur. Oh, that felt nice. Scampering through the orchard a ways, he scaled a nearby fallen log with little to no grace, barely managing to get himself up. Whew! That was a workout. Once safely perched he'd soon begin making his way across the log towards another tree. Once he reached it, the little pup heard the sound of pawsteps approaching. Immediately Amos dropped into a crouch, peering curiously around the tree, poised to leap with tail swaying merrily side to side.