whale of a tail

Ren was usually one of the first puppies to leave the den. Usually the first to sleep he was the first to wake back up. While he enjoyed a good lie in like any of the other puppies Ren enjoyed going out and exploring all the more. He didn’t think there would ever be a time he wasn’t exploring and finding new things to look at. He was still exploring the forests beyond the ravine. His pale ivory paws carried him over the familiar paths leading from the palace where his family lived. The prince was obviously care free as he was released upon Ashen that evening.

A classic Klein smirk played on his lips as he raced through the territory, not too young to begin showing off his obvious lineage. His mind was on one track as he went, he was headed towards the beaches. As much as he liked dirt and playing in the earth and soil, he equally loved the ocean. If he hurried, he could see the whales passing through. He’d learned early on that their movements were predictable and almost every night, first thing, the boy went out to the rocky shores to watch them. Sometimes he’d call out, hopeful to speak with such a curious and massive creature. He was fearless as his scurried up the slick rocks and made his perch to await the massive majestic beasts.

"Renegade Klein"