High ho! High ho! That's the way we go!

Tiny white lined ears perked up as he listened to his father call the white stuff snow. Snow huh, so that's what this white stuff was called. With a flick of his dark gray tipped tail the pup was off! He dove into the white stuff that was now up to his ankles. with a giggle he romped around in the snow while taking his father's word to avoid the yellow snow.

Then did he spot his brother who had also asked their father what the white stuff was. After their dad replied again Ryker ran towards his brother with his tiny tongue lolling out at the side of his mouth.

"Raaaaaaa" he squealed before he barreled into Ravine.

Ryker lay in the snow laughing until his tiny white lined ears perked up once more at the sound of his mother's voice.

"Mudder! Mudder!(mother he squealed before running towards her and nuzzling her leg with head.

Ryker's gray tipped tail wagged a mile a minute as he listened to her news of a rabbit that they would try. Did that mean they wouldn't have to drink milk now? Ryker didn't like change; he wished he could stick to milk, his young age, and his family forever!

Of course change would come and he would have to take part in it whether he liked it or not.

The green flecks in his aqua blue eyes lit up as he looked at his sister who had piped up as well.

"But I don't wanna eat a wabbit momma. I want thwings to stay the way they are." he said as his white lined ears lay flat against his head as he let out a small whine.

Then next did his papa let out a small growl. Ryker's eyes widened with fear for he had never heard his daddy make that noise before, it sounded serious! The pup pressed into his mothers side as he let out another small whimper.

Then next! A huuuuggeee flying thing appeared and it looked cool! But then the thing which he thought was called an eagle said he was going to prey on him and his brother and sister! Showing fear at first with a soft distressed whimper the pup pressed harder into his mother's side. Then he ventured out further with curiosity as the eagle landed on his daddy's shoulder and said he was their Uncle Cyril.

With his tail straight out and his ears pinned back Ryker tried to imitate the growl his father had made before. His growls were not deep and scary but rather cute, even though he wasn't trying to be.

"you can't prey me Uncle Cyril! I prey you!" he said before runnign at his father and jumping up on his back and then tried to get a good swipe at the eagle. When the pup had finally finished he let go of his father's back and had a feather in his mouth.

"Fadder(Father), Mudder! (mother)look at dis! I preyed on Uncle Cyril!" he said while displaying the feather front and center with his head and tail held high.