Attack and Conquer

He was one of the last to leave, and his little paws didn't make it far. He stopped, bicolored eyes wide with shock. The blast of fresh air made him aware of the scent of the den he'd been living in for, well, his entire little life. A natural bitter smell of budding life, a clinging metallic undertone, and an overall strong scent of his mother, father, and siblings. Suddenly those condense scents dispersed into the entire world. New odors and smells flooded his senses, and little Satyr couldn't stop blinking as the scents rolled through his nares. He opened his mouth slightly to let the scents really roll through his system and he stopped, staring, bewildered. Pine, earth, dirt, leaves, animals - everything around him had such delightful smells!

He finally found his legs and clumsily galloped towards the first thing that looked interesting - a big leaf. He meant to stop before getting to it, but misjudged the distance and crunched it with his big, silly paws. He laughed when he heard the noise, and stomped on the leaf a few more times for good measure. He reached down and sniffed, finding the vague scent of the leaf intoxicating. He grabbed the leaf in his mouth, completely forgetting (or ignoring) his mother's only request. Satyr flipped the leaf in the air, watched it fall, and tried to catch it, only to fall onto his back, giggling with joy.