Moonspear puppy's day out

As it were, everything within her little family was going accordingly--all forward in momentum, and really, quite without issue among them as springtime warmed the mountainside in the moon turn since they had come. At a month old, however, she was feeling relieved to get them moved on towards their next big milestone.. although underlined in a wariness instilled by the bad luck of her last litter's half.

But so far, no one lagged behind, and no one had found misfortune. They grew, sharp, noisy, curious, and they needed out. She needed to be able to let them see more, finally.

She rumbled fondly as their father lead the charge, and she backed him up by encouraging them forward and beyond instead of policing them back towards the darkness. Only half a stride behind him, she matched pace with her mate and knew that wherever she went, they would surely want to follow now that the boundaries were coming down. After taking watchful stock of her litter, she joined her voice in with his to help let the rest of the pack know.

Soon enough after, and she noticed others coming, curious--and she was as welcoming as a tired matriarch could be, all keenly interested in seeing how the brood took to their first real taste of the mountainside.