Get It, Got It, Good.

At last, they were old enough to get out of the den. Ifrit had been sitting quietly near the back of the den as he carefully watched his siblings. He didn't talk much. Mostly preferred to observe. Once in a while, he'd engage in playing, but those times for him were few and far in between. He often liked to look outside but didn't dare step out without his father's permission. And today, it seemed they would finally get permission to go out. He wasn't fast enough to be the first out, but he certainly was in time to be the second one out right after Vulcan. He walked slowly as he looked at the new world around him. It was certainly much bigger than the den he had been in up until now. "So this is outside...?" He could tell already he wouldn't be able to get enough of it. He could feel it in his bones.

His gaze lowered until his eyes fell on Vulcan, and with a small grin he moved to approach his brother as he playfully bumped his shoulder and waited for the rest of their siblings to come out.