It was boring being in the den alone, and every time his mother would leave, he would follow at her heels, hiding in her shadow in the snow, jaded eyes watching her every movement through his tiny obsidian mask. He was older and more likely to venture from the den, refusing to stay in one place for even a nap. Yes -- he had to crawl around in his sleep to be able to sleep well. He and his siblings were now nearly five months old, a huge step to being nearly half a year old. All the more reasons to get out and explore. Not one peep had come from her shy and mute obsidian sister, and little had he heard from Azael: who appeared to be MIA.
Today there was a peculiar air of excitement, of a small family reunion. Right at Azalea's heels was the young boy, nipping playfully at her tail on few still moments, yipping happily. "What are you gonna see today, mama?" He had replayed this question like a broken record constantly, surprisingly enough times to allow someone to claw his tongue out, but this was his mama. She'd never do that to him. "Are we gonna see big brother? I wanna see them. I hear they are huge!" To emphasize his question, he stopped in his tracks and struggles to balance himself on his pudgy hind legs. "Like this ta?" The little puppy pillar collapsed and he shook snow off himself, puffing gently. His tiny banner waggled fiercely as he continued to follow his russet-masked momma and into view came a grey and white wolf. He looked weird. Like, really wierd.
He had no manners -- period, and it would show right then. "Where did you come from? You can't be one of my big brothers. Mama doesn't look like you: or like, you don't look like Mama." He was so very blunt in his series of questions, eyes incredulous and seeking to be all-knowing. Jaded gems searched the boy for some signal to point out his familiarity. "Your name is Soarin'? Do you fly a lot? Where are your wings?" He would bound toward Soren's side, eying the white markings upon his flank closely before jumping to a conclusion. "These are your wings! Big furry ones that turn into your furriness, right? Right? Right?" His obsidian masked crown would whip backward, looking into the amber eyes of his mama, seeking approval and love. "Hi Senka!" In just that moment, he happened to spot her, completely ignoring the two larger wolves about the two and he would lope toward her, bending low into a playful stance.
