By the eyes of the very young

*Soren* · (This post was last modified: 12-06-2014, 09:54 PM by Soren.)

The move had been easier on his brother than on Soren, not that he really had much to complain about. He hadn't had to swim there, and the trip had given him a better view of the world beyond the den. It was the new den that was actually the problem. In the young boys mind the previous den had been perfect, the signs of his mother's obsessive preparations for the boys had been seen as perfecting Soren's home. This den though? Well it simply wasn't up to his lofty but completely reasonable, at least in his mind, standards. Certainly he was now of the age that most pups would be eager to go exploring but Soren could hardly imaging leaving the den with it being in such a state.

So when his brother informed him he was leaving the boy had simply nodded and went back to his fussing. Mismatched paws scrabbled at the ground as he attempted to even out a dip within the den. The scent of a fresh kill wafted towards him. Hunger would win out this time over his compulsion; the figure of his mother would become apparent just as she barked. Padding beyond the confines of the den in time to hear his mother's panicked calling. "He went out." Came the boy's simple answer, his gaze turning towards the bird at his mother's paws.

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