Walking Is Like Flying, Right?

Warm sunlight tickled the dozing boy. He would constantly roll over, dreaming the most wonderful things. Slumber grasped him like a paw as he sweetly snored. Slowly awakening, his lazy leaf gaze would roll towards the den entrance, his mind contemplating whether or not he should get up or sleep a while longer. The sun was already busily awake and working. It would be such a shame to waste this day sleeping like he usually did. Besides, wasn't he old enough to go outside? All the adult wolves could do it, why couldn't he?

He sat up, shakily rising to his paws before falling over. Frustration burned across his features. He would attempt it again, this time he was able to walk all the way outside before collapsing on the grass. Almost forgetting about his failures, the pup would look around in a gazed and awestruck manner. He never knew his home was this big! He saw forests and lakes with plains that stretched further than he could see. He couldn't wait to explore when he was older. But for now, he had to figure out how to run.