you were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it ,
The cool autumn morning found Herne wandering Threar's territory not far from the den. His other siblings seemed to be sleeping at the moment, along with their parents, but the dark sky was lightening to the east and Herne was eager to see a proper sunrise. The air was cool and it had a bit of a bite to it, promising that winter would come soon, but Herne was unworried about the changing of seasons. He had never experienced a winter - he had known only spring, summer, and autumn thus far, and hardly remembered the early days of spring, which had held the same cold temperatures.
There wasn't much insulation on Herne's thin frame to keep him warm, and he found himself shivering a little as he sat, tail wrapped easily around his paws. His legs were as gangly as ever, but he had begun to put some muscle onto his frame, and he was growing outwards a little even as he grew upwards. He still was not large for a pup of his age, but he was growing stronger, and that was what really mattered. He found that with each day that passed, he could walk a little further and explore a little more. His endurance was increasing slowly, and as long as he was getting stronger, he didn't really have to worry about how long it was taking. Strength would come with time.
The horizon was slowly growing brighter, and colors began to stretch from the east, painting the sky a variety of colors. With every second that passed, Herne found himself growing steadily more distracted by the beauty of the sunrise. The world outside his den never ceased surprising him. It seemed to have a never ending supply of beauty, didn't it?
"Speech"
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