Warden was enjoying the freedom that had come with being bigger. Being bigger, moving better. Doing more things. It seemed that he was always doing things. Really, this boy was one busy pup. Always up to something, always getting into something. The kind of pup that you worry about if they’re quiet for too long, because if he’s quiet, he’s up to something. Yeah, that’s pretty much Warden in a nutshell. In the warmth of the autumn afternoon, this particular up to something was digging holes with Mr. Raccoon, looking for cool rocks.
But his mother’s voice was enough to break the fascination on the dirt. His head came up, gaze bright. Oh, there was someone else here, too! One of the older boys… he couldn’t remember which one. That was alright, names didn’t matter, not when there was good company regardless. All of that, and mum was promising fun? Warden bounded over to where Halo and Dread waited, his gaze bright. “What’re we doin’?” His gaze swung, fixing it on the yearling whose name he couldn’t remember. “I’m Warden which one’re you?”
