trying to turn on the light

It seemed like every day the boy got more and more bold, simply wandering away from the safety of the pack and off into the unknown. There was a great wide world out there to explore, and there was absolutely no way that the little Saxe was going to let it escape his careful scrutiny. And so, sure it was getting close to time for him to be going back home, but he wasn't done wandering yet. Not by a long shot! Despite the growing darkness, Butcher was resisting the urge to return to the barn to roost for the night- growing attachment keeping him close to the blind wolf pup that kept feeding him. Luxe, on the other hand, had returned home on his own. The insistent calling of the herd being brought away from the pastures had been enough to convince him to head home for the night. That was fine, it wasn't safe at night for little lambs anyways.

Gangly limbs carried the young boy through the prairies, oversized ears swiveling incessantly to drink in the sounds of animals coming out of hiding from the heat of the day. The ground underfoot was still warm from the fading daylight, but the air around him was growing cool. The moisture of his nose wasn't being instantly wicked away, and it was his best means of telling the time without outright asking someone else. Dark form slipped easily through the growing shadows, following his own whims in the form of short lived tracking of animals moving to and from burrows, doing his best not to get bitten if he stuck his head into one of the underground nests. A particularly anxious prairie dog managed to get a good swipe across his nose, and the boy yelped and retracted his little head from the hole in the ground. Shaking his head to and fro, he tried to fend off the stinging sensation that spread up his snout until it became a dull, incessant throbbing at the very end of his muzzle.

Skipping and dancing awkwardly away from the site of the unwarranted and viscious attack, he nearly thundered straight into the idle figure of an adult. Long, sensitive whiskers caught the presence before the rest of his senses did, and the boy wheeled in a wide arc around where he thought they might be. Stumbling to a halt, he let out a huff. "Mean, mean, mean dirt rat!" he crooned in that eerie singsong cadence of his, scowling only a little.

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