King/Queen of the brush?

It had taken forever, and even longer after forever before mom let them leave the den to go exploring.  Once let out though Corbin wasted no time in running ahead to check out the land.  The grass was crisp, frozen bits of water causing an entertaining soft crush sound below his paws.  In the shadows of some brushes, there was a different type of ground!  Powdery white snow was bopped with his paws, it wasn’t very thick and so soon enough he saw the grass hidden underneath.

Bright eyes soaked in everything.  Everything was so vast and open.  Every little thing wanted to fully catch the black and orange pup’s attention to the point he could hardly find focus on any one thing.  Regardless of whichever way he moved though, Corbin was sure to hop with each stride.  It was important to make as much crushing sound as he could.  

Why hadn’t they been allowed out sooner?  There was nothing Corbin could see that looked at all dangerous here.  Corbin hopped on a large rock, large in the fact it was about half his size.  Using it he tried to climb onto a bush, the idea of climbing on top seeming a great idea. “Bet I can get up here before you can!” That ‘you’ was generalized to any of his other siblings within hearing distance.

"Corbin"