The World Is Yours

Kolt, in stark contrast to his siblings, was brimming with curiosity yet tempered by his usual caution. As the doors were pushed open and his mother gave them permission to step outside, an almost palpable thrill passed through his body. Tilting his head upward, he squinted against the bright sunlight, every fiber of his being alert and eager to explore.

He paused for just a moment, soaking up the warm rays that dappled his mixed coat of cream and chestnut. His bright blue eyes were wide with wonder at the world outside, but he was careful not to stray too far from Bowen. He respected her command and knew there would be a time to venture further when he was older. Kolt took a tentative step forward, his paw sinking into the soft grass, a sensation so different from the cool stone floors of their castle rooms.

Suddenly, a kaleidoscope of scents hit him— fresh earth, blooming flowers, the lingering rain from the night before. His nose twitched, trying to distinguish each unique smell. He even thought he could detect the faint musky scent of other animals, some he recognized from hushed stories his mother had told him and others entirely alien.

His keen eyes roved around, drinking in the sprawling landscape around them. Tall trees stretched their leafy arms towards the sky, their trunks thick, gnarled and inviting. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soft rhythm that was almost musical. Enchanting.

"Kolt Carpathius"