Blue Moon on the Rise

Months of puppyhood had shedding away to reveal a budding young male, cunning, quick and graceful.  Aksel had grown out of his bouncy, playful adolescence into something sharper, more knowing and far more dangerous.  He'd been brushing up on his battle skills, testing his ravenous mind on the unfortunate souls he came across.  In a way he was becoming a lot like his father.  

Nose to the ground Aksel halted in his journey to stretch, his back popping slightly as he rolled his shoulders forward.  Man, he needed something to do.  Who knew where his sisters were.  They came and went like the tide.  And his family?  Pah!  They were never around really.  So what was an adventurous intellectual like himself to do?  Mismatched eyes turned to the moon that hung above him, round full and just teasing his mind with excitement.   He had a feeling things would develop favorably for him.