Wolf RPG

Their new sleeping place was perfect for the fox. He relished the warmth of the rocks, and in having not just his blood family, but his pack family around him. It suited him fine, and so did the additional freedom that he was permitted (so Kris assumes) as he grew. He was allowed to explore a bit further out, and he took advantage of this. He rose from a nap upon the smooth stone and was immediately distracted by the hum and buzz of passing instinct. He frolicked after it giggling, chasing it some distance into the brush that flanked the denning area.

His attention was quickly stolen from the insect when he spotted a swath of red fur. Had it not been moving, it likely would have went without notice, for the wind was at Pingasut's back, pulling his scent to the other creature and not drawing its scent to him. His tail waved, and a smile lifted the corners of his mouth. His first assumption was that he had spotted his father, and his paws padded toward the red, but there was something that was off, that caused him to hesitate, for his steps to be slow.

The creature stepped out into plain view and his smile vanished, replaced by a bewildered expression. It was a fox. He had never seen one before. They stared at one another, and Pingasut felt the fur lift on his spine. His instincts were pulling him to react in one way, but he was rooted. Their similarities were not lost him. Each had red fur that whitened along their undersides and dipped the tip of their tail. The third born even had a narrower muzzle and tapered ears like the fox, and they were, for now, even the same size.

The wind shifted, and he breathed the creature's scent. It was alien, unfamiliar, and it caused his ears to fall back. He did not trust this thing, but he was curious, and he drew nearer, eliciting a warning bark from the (real) fox.

It occurred to him that he would have to start being a little more careful. The warm stones of their new den site were comfortable. Too comfortable. If he was not more considerate of his time, he could sense the laziness within him threatening to take hold. There were days when he could use a good nap and those warm stones made it all too easy to give comfortable and drift to sleep.

He lounged upon the heated stones as he mentally tried to fight of the onset of a lazy afternoon nap. He was losing. Muzzle lowered to his paws there was little he could do as far as fighting back save to let loose the occasional yawn and let his ears twitch whenever a fly buzzed too close. The children were off playing. They were large enough now and significantly more durable. He feared less for them than before, but caution was always present on his mind.

A bark from something that was not his children tickled his father senses. Nap time was over. With lifted ears and a sudden sense of alarm, Iqniq was on his feet and moving to join his curious son. Well now, this was interesting. The boy was finally meeting his doppelganger in the form of a full grown fox who'd sent up its own form of alarm upon encountering Pingasut. Iqniq lowered himself protectively over his son and growled at the red-furred lesser canine. It would need to be exterminated.