Space to Run

Jakart continued to nurse, his head tilting back as he filled himself to his stomachs content. He didn't know the problems of the world. No worries, no problems, always finding something interesting about the world at this stage in life. Such was the life of a wolf pup, there was always something positive, the young pups not knowing what it was out there like in the real world, to be cold, alone, starving. The satisfaction of finding a real meal in a long time or better yet, taking prey down yourself. But Jakart didn't know these feelings. Warm, full, and well rested. It would all change in the coming year though. Hunts would go wrong, no prey or an injury could inhibit a wolf as sure as any sickness.

Bane's Tahlia born male stopped his suckling and licked at the milk that had seeped to the corners of his muzzle before giving a yawn. Jakart was still a pup though, warm, full, and well rested. Drowsy with the feeling of no worries or problems, he slowly crawled against the warm fur of Tahlia's stomach and curled up against a leg as his siblings played and parents watched. Jakart didn't know the problems of the world.

-Jakart is asleep-