orbital mode

Noir pushed through the growing underbrush with his growing form. He still wasn’t allowed in any of the other territories, a fact that was slowly grating on him. Noir spent less and less time in his family’s den. His beloved mother hadn’t been around much. Verse seemed to know where she was, but he wasn’t privy to the information. That fact was also rubbing him the wrong way.

He huffed sourly as he came out of the woods to look upon the fast moving water of the rapids. The spring had brought with it torrential levels in the calmer part of the river. The rapids leveled out here, creating a rocky beach in the shallow water. During the winter it had frozen over, now it pushed angrily at its banks.

The blue striped pup walked up to the splashing water, leaning his head down to enjoy a drink of the fresh mountain melt. The water splashed up on his features and as he raised his head the excess water rolled down his neck. He looked up into the bright blue sky of the spring afternoon and contemplated the restrictions placed in him.