It's not even breakfast

Novocaine and his siblings had learnt how to walk not that long ago and with that came the desire to explore. Dark grey paws rocked back and forth as the boy deliberated. He frowned at the outside world, steel blue eyes narrowing before he took a hesitant step outside the den. He had seen his siblings playing outside before, joined once and a while but he had usually been the follower, this time however? He was making the choice on his own and it was exhilarating. It gave him a sense of power and a dark grin spread across his features.
The wind picked up and blew some fallen leaves across the ground. A puppy growl rumbled up from his chest and he chased after one, batting at it with his paws and snapping at it; not really aware of the amount of distance he was putting between himself and the den.