Carpe Diem

Ichor was absolutely going to never quite measure up to his siblings, at least physically though he certainly wasn't about to let his own diminutive stature hold him back. After all, he was one of Recluse's children and so as far as he was aware he was among the most powerful wolves in the whole dang world! He'd been told he wasn't allowed to leave the pack, the scent markers were strong and easy enough to notice even for someone as young as him.

But Ichor didn't exactly understand why he needed to follow this rule. Naive for sure, and more than a little unaware of just how unsafe the world was for a pup as young and tiny as he was. The smell of sulfur wasn't quite as unusual to him as it might a wolf who didn't live in the looming shadow of the volcano, though it was significantly stronger here, something he didn't know was a good thing, but that did make him curious. Tiny paws beat against the ground as Ichor approached the closest pool of hot water. Not that he knew that's what it was, small as he was he hardly even reached the mid point of the stone outcropping, frowning the tiny boy jumped, grunts of exertion leaving his lungs as he tried, again and again, to jump high enough to get a glimpse over the lip.