The world isn't ready

Torryn was less than pleased when his morning began with being stepped on by one of his siblings. He grumbled quietly when a paw landed on his tail, but that little growl soon turned into an indignant, puppy sized roar when another paw landed right on his face. "Hey!" he snarled. Well, he didn't really snarl, but he at least tried to.

Torryn sat up, glaring in the direction his brother had gone. It was Amos who had stepped on him, wasn't it? Ugh. Stupid Amos. He watched the stupid pile of fluff as he waddled to the entrance of their den, but he didn't stop there. Torryn felt his glare dissolve into a wide eyed look of admiration as Amos took his first steps into the unknown. Of course he would never admit that he admired his brother for any reason. Besides, why admire him for his bravery when he could be just as brave? Torryn wasted no time stumbling toward the light of day, gasping a bit in surprise when the sunlight hit his eyes. It was so bright! And so amazing! Even grumpy little Torryn couldn't help laughing a bit as he romped away from the den, tripping over his own paws more times than he cared to admit. But then his little nose twitched as he smelled someone. Someone that wasn't his mother or any of his siblings. He stopped a few yards away from where Amos was hiding, and dropped into a crouch as well. Now, the two boys had to wait and see if this other wolf was friend or foe.