Two fluffs made of trouble

Arc finally gave up on his game of catching his mother's tail when Tira asked what they would be doing, pulling his attention up to his mother with curiosity. He wiggled excitedly at the idea of going on a patrol, taking in her explanation about how that was something they would have to do as a member of the pack like a sponge. He loved all of the lessons she taught them and he took them all in carefully, not wanting to forget a single thing. It sounded like they were going to get to see a lot of the territory all at once for their first time out of the den and that was probably the most exciting part. Not only did they get to go outside, but they were going to get to go all around the pack too! "I want to walk!" he insisted with a firm nod, already on his feet and shifting from paw to paw with excitement. He wanted to do a real patrol just like his mother, not just go sightseeing! He waited impatiently for them to get going, lingering just inside the entrance of the den.

"Arcturus Fatalis"