Space to Run

Jakart pulled at his fathers chest and spat out out a wisp of fur. Mother came by and stood next to father to give her mate a smile and a nuzzle, the little pup stumbling to his paws in the snow and letting out a yip of wanting attention. A big paw from his father came down and rolled the young wolf onto his back to press him into the snow. Jakart let out a growl and bit into the anchor holding him down with milk teeth. A strange taste began to infiltrate his maw, Jakart giving pause and licking at the metallic taste of blood. This taste was... strange. Jakart liked it.

His sister's cries echoing into his ears and the pup raised his head from the snow, Jakart beginning to wiggle in protest to be let up. His sire did so, the pup rising to his paws and went to investigate his sibling at the edge of the clearing. The older brother, the largest one out of them left his sister behind and was coming towards him at a good clip. "Dire wolf! Ahhhh!" Jakart wailed as he stumbled back the few paces towards his parents and squirmed his way against his mothers chest. His nose searched through the soft, down-like fur of Tahlia's stomach until he found a source of warm sustenance. Milk teeth clamped down the teat as he began to suckle in the comfort of his parents company. Why was Nako so big?