Iskandor let out a surprised yip as Cit tumbled into him, not realizing what would have befell his ear just a moment later. The sudden weight of his brother nearly toppled him over too. He staggered a bit, his frame quickly adjusting, and he managed to keep his balance—though just barely. Really, just barely. Cit was sneaking seconds or something.
Iskandor's ears perked up as he fully focused on Basilisk's commanding tone, his turquoise eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. He sat up straighter, mirroring the posture of authority he'd seen in the older wolves, trying to imitate the stern expression but ending up with a slightly crooked grin and bright eyes. He could barely contain the wag of his tail as he listened, already itching to burst out into the Col and see everything it had to offer.
He took a quick glance at his siblings, gauging their reactions with sharp blue eyes. But the thrill of exploration was too much to resist, and his thoughts soon shifted to the possibilities—the hidden nooks and crannies, and maybe even some new challenges to test himself against. Maybe there were treasures no one had found before!
Iskandor’s chest puffed out a little at the mention of the Fatalis name. He was determined to uphold it, even if he was still just a pup. He nodded seriously at Basilisk, tail going a mile a minute, then gave Ignita a quick, affectionate nuzzle before bounding forward, pausing only to turn back with a flick of his tail.
“Bye! I need to see everything.!” Iskandor called out in an eager voice, already planning to outmaneuver his siblings in their explorations. But beneath that enthusiasm, there was a flicker of thoughtfulness. Even in his excitement, he’d keep an eye on the others—because that’s what a brother should do. With one last glance at Basilisk, he darted forward into the corridor, ready to dive headfirst into adventure.
