Blackfeather Woods the eye wide open

The pup stirred awake beside those who were able to sleep more soundly that night. He pawed at his snout. His gums were sore with the eruption of his first set of teeth. It was another discomfort to add to the frequent pinch and burn in his gut.

Euron glanced around. There was a bright glow bathing the den entrance. One he had not seen before and he was not accustomed to there being light at all in the dead of night. He stared at length before rising on to his silver-toed paws. The pup kept his shoulder tight to the den wall and crept forward to peek outside the den, his nose just parting the concealing vines enough that he could behold the source of the light. The full moon.

To his yet-developing eye sight not much else existed out there than the entrancing sphere. It held his gaze for a long time before he remembered to blink. Something about the moon both drew him and sent a chill up his lengthening spine. He wanted to get nearer but he also felt he should pull back. Rather than either, Euron found himself rooted where he was. He stared at the moon and absently chewed a small vine that had been tickling the side of his mouth.