Into this world we’re thrown

Kichi had found some time to himself. Lurid kept a close eye on him when she wasn’t hunting or sleeping but this was some time to himself. Glancing over his shoulder he imagined her little polar bear was around somewhere, but it was giving him space and that was enough. There was a part of him that wondered if Lurid was just letting him slip away from their den just to allow him time to collect thoughts by himself.

He was a little pup with a lot on his mind. The wind blew through his grey and white coat and it was welcome. Kichi was attempting to hop up on a downed trunk, small by comparison of the large majestic trees, but still quite the mountain for such a young pup. He had managed to get his front two paws and chest up against it when the wind knocked him right back down with a soft ‘oof’ sound.

Ok, so maybe he needed a running start? Kichi backed up and started his charge forward when he heard Matlida call out. His body was already committed to the jump though even if his mind suggested it not wise. The small fuzzball had gotten up on his perch! Much more in plain sight now, especially with the bit of light bouncing off the white markings.

The small pup was silent regarding Matilda, deciding what to make of the stranger. Lurid probably wouldn’t like him talking with someone while she wasn’t about. Could she be dangerous? He had no memory of other wolves as dangerous, just well just things he wouldn’t think about right now. “Me?” Curiosity won out. No one else was around, right? “I’m not a spirit, I’m Kichi.” The pup glanced back towards the den questioning himself on what he should do. Again curiosity won over what he was probably supposed to do. Besides, maybe interacting with a stranger would help him forget the bad stuff.