Space to Run

Jakart had nosed himself between his mothers forelegs and had comfortably slept after a daily nursing period, belly full as he lazied in the confines of their den. Mother was warm, Jakart liked warmth as he slept, mismatched eyes squinting open as he peered around the den while attempting to free himself from his mothers forelegs. He stumbled and fell on his chest with puff of dust causing him to sneeze, the little pup picking himself up and wobbled his way up to his sleeping father who lay in an offshoot to the side of the dens entrance. Father had carved out a nook for himself to sleep and offer a way to block the entrance should two pups want to go out early, Jakart staring at his sleeping father and letting out a pathetic growl as he pounced on his fathers shoulder. Milk teeth bit into the leathery scar amidst Bane's whitening and grey speckled fur. It didn't get a rouse out of his sire though.

Bane's ear flicked however when mother spoke and the older wolf cracked an eye that remained narrowed to look down at his son. Jakart let out a whine but paused when told by Tahlia that the pups could go outside for the time... minus his older brother Nako. Jakart thought that Nako was a dire wolf pup of old in the stories his father told him, his brother having been smelled by his side when he first came into the world. Why was he so big already? Why did he get to got outside earlier than him and his sister? Why was Bane picking him up right now? Jakart let out a wail of protest at being carried. He could walk just fine.