Cinder, while not the most intrepid of the bunch, was often caught adventuring - not distinctly far from his family, but far enough to unearth little wonders that he hadn't yet caught elsewhere. It was just so cool, to observe what existed beyond what he already percieved. It provided him with ebullience, too, to learn about it all! Countless others appeared to tire of the discoveries, but the little rabbit-wolf had no cares in the world about what others thought of him or his excursions (tywyll excluded, wherever he had gone) - and so, here he was, waddling toward a stream, joviality spread across his youthful visage and stub-tail jiggling upon his hind.

He'd have been perfectly content to bounce around the woodland in his lonesome, but a paroxysm of glee poured over the boy (like a tub full of glitter) when he caught a familiar scent on the wind - one only belonging to his older sister...

"Liffey!" He chirped, prancing over toward her; there was a scarcity of negativity in his tone as he approached, but upon recognising the defeat crawling over his sibling's features, Cinder's steps slowed and his stub wiggled softly in greeting, bronze eyes settling warmly. "...What'cha doin'?"