Ganja was breaking mother's rules. Tox smirked, one eye opened while the other feigned sleep, as he watched her slip away. He could feel the excitement bubbling up inside, a nervous tension that told him he'd end today with a beating, but he hardly minded. The cyan pup waited until his sister was out of sight before rising with all the stealth his near-infancy provided. He thought that if he followed her, spied on her for mother, he would be able to make her proud. He hardly considered that getting caught outside the den would put him in the same position as Ganja.
Toxin followed from a ways back. His untrained nose had a hard time keeping up, but it was easy enough to pick her bright pelt out among the drab winter foliage when he risked a look at her. Eventually, having lost scent and sight of his quarry, Toxin began to panic. Oh, if he lost her, he'd only prove to mother that he was no better than the others and that was just not true. He picked up his pace, almost running, ignoring everything else around him including a few new scents that came to him on the air. To his utmost surprise he crashed onto a terrifying scene. There was Ganja, Necrosis, a giant, and Mother. He gulped, skidding to a stop, ears pinned. "Uhm," he squeaked. "Mother! I was, uh, Ganja..." The words died in his throat when he flashed his gaze aside and noticed for the first time how truly large the dark stranger was. Whoa...
