Taste of Freedom

A soft sigh and a gentle nudge to his shoulder made Spirit look over to his brother, his expression hurt as his brother started to speak, saying he was in fact a baby. Ears fell back, tail drooping a bit more. However, his brother continued, saying he was a baby and the youth smiled slightly, head lifting slightly. Desolate had a point, it was better to be a pup so they could get into mischief and not get in trouble. He nodded slightly, a genuine smile pulling at his lips. The mischievous glint in his eye made him a bit worried, but he tried to swallow that instinct as he listened to his brother yet again. The promise was enough. Spirits ears perked up, head lifting more as his tail relaxed.
“Really?” He asked, not catching that it only meant he would leave him alone for the rest of today.

“Where do you wanna go?” He asked, following his brother back out of the den. He paused at the entrance, looking around before he exited the den completely.