No den??

What was this? Another new wolf his father had brought home? The young pup was all too eager to meet everyone and anyone. He had tried to get her den info from his puppa, but Sirius had admitted to not knowing. That was okay, he would figure it out on his own. It was a challenge. Like all challenges, it had to have some exciting prospects. Like sneaking out of his parents den in the middle of the night, instead of waiting for the day like a reasonable wolf.

He stepped over sleeping bodies, and shuffled to the entrance, for prancing away through the long grass. He sniffed the air, searching high and low for any new scents. He didn’t know what she smelled like, or looked like, but dammit, he would find her!

He had only the partial moon to help him, and he stumbled about for a while, catching a scent of her here or there, but he could find no den. He was thoroughly confused right up until the point where he tripped over something in the long grass, wings flaring to catch his balance.