Might as well, right?

He was nearing a year old but wasn't quite there yet. The lanky boy was growing, mostly all legs now, but he did as his grandfather once bid when he was young and ate all his mother told him to eat, and then some! With his mother's teachings and influence, the boy had taken a liking to the herbs she worked with. He watched her work a lot, and often butted in to try and help. While he wasn't a pro by any means, he liked to think he was. He bounded around the marketplace, sticking his nose in here, bothering someone there. There was always something to see, but what caught his attention this time was catching sight of someone that seemed to be trying to drag some furs into one of the Col's many caves.

He paused for a moment, head tilting as his tail slowly began to wag but surely it gained momentum. Before anyone could stop him, he was racing towards the yearling that he hadn't quite properly met yet, and leaped onto the fur he was trying to drag. He rolled around on it, rolling onto his back and looking up at the yearling that he vaguely recognized as a...well, he couldn't remember. Their family was so dang big!