The beginning after the end

Veigar wasn't sure how he was related to everyone in the pack, he supposed he should work on getting to know the other youngsters, especially Deathbelle's children. So far he was just working on finding his voice and was just beginning to branch out, which was exactly why he was talking to Áskell right now. He heard the older boy laugh behind him and he kicked off hard, trying to keep ahead of him. His little head start had seemingly won him the race, stumbling as he neared the field and doing a little flip before trying to scramble back to his paws. "I win!" He cheered, but was quickly distracted from his victory. He shook off his coat, his shimmering white markings flashing brightly for a moment as he beamed at Áskell brightly, adrenaline beginning to course through his veins. "How do we go about finding rats, you think?" Maybe Áskell knew secrets he didn't. He leaned toward the ground, sniffing at the grass and searching for a scent.