Shoot I meant to post this a few days ago but it slipped my mind. Oh well. Anyone welcome but please no more than two! :)
He finished drinking, unlatched his gums and that dang natal tooth from his mother and turned his face towards the sunlight creeping into the den's entryway. The smells that occasionally wafted from it were now a great source of curiosity for the growing pup. His father could be to blame, having given the boy a taste of that outside word. His mind was quickly expanding and now he knew there was more to this life.
Perhaps it was impatience, or perhaps the little devil was just a bit precocious. Either way, crawling was not going to get him where he wanted to go, or at least not fast enough. So, he suddenly rose to his legs, albeit shakily. But like a new driver behind the wheel of a powerful car, not knowing how sensitive the skinny pedal was, the boy suddenly lurched forward a few paces, careened side ways, and stumbled straight into the den wall. Sat back on his ass, inglorious, the boy blinked at the dirt.
His eyes had popped open.
Adventurous as ever, the one with the black mask made a break for it. He wobbled to his feet, unaware of his own strength, and ran straight into a wall. Fox giggled, amused by this development. When he sat back on his bum, she shifted so she could make sure that nothing terrible had happened to him. In fact, quite the opposite. His eyes were now blinking, open and aware of the world around him in some small sense.
"Well hey there," she said, putting herself into his view and licking his face. Fox couldn't recall when he would start responding to sound, but she tended to talk to them from day one.
Eyesight was not too exciting at first. He could scarcely make out more than a different shade of darkness as he sat blinking at the den wall. His mother spoke, and as he was starting to hear, he was inclined to turn his head toward her, and ah, here he realized what an extraordinary new sense this was. She, in particular, stood out amid the gloom of their nest, while his brothers were a singular blob with a splash of white.
The boy's tail wagged, his body quivering with excitement at this new thing. He looked this way and that, and turned in circles as he experienced what it meant to be able to see (sort of). But as that circle brought his snout to point toward the den entrance, he stopped, transfixed. It was exceedingly bright compared to the rest of his world, and he squinted into the sun, his paws taking a few steps in its direction.