Greet the Sun

Bub’s ears twitched at the sound around him and his siblings. He followed all the action with his nose and ears first, curious what he might encounter next. He certainly had no idea if he was supposed to be afraid by all the hustle and bustle of the beginning of the festival. As he strayed off to the sides of the event, he craned his neck to see what lay in the darkness beneath the tree canopies. He was walking much faster and farther away from the festival than his moms and siblings.

Mother had warned him. He was to, under no circumstances, wander off. He learned her stern, but even, voice many times already. He challenged what she knew about the world versus the great things he already felt like he could discover on his own. After his eyes first cracked open, he began wandering out of the den as soon as he could stand on his paws.

He looked over to see her staring him down. “Mother, I’m just looking around - I promise!”