Golden Glade Funny, Its Spelled Just Like The Word Escape.

Set to the morning of the 12th <3

Upright ears perked and hearing clearly, the pink-nosed heir of Royal Fire Court had again wandered outside of his mothers reach -- his father, he would not allow to control him, and Rowan wouldn't so much as listen to a word the King said for unknown reasons. Aspen, he respected more, and he allowed her and her only to pick him up. She fed him, kept him warm, kept his heathen siblings away from him -- she was an angel, and he loved her for all she did. 

The month-old pup was growing well -- despite being the runt, he was plump and sleek, his snowy fur soft and much more behaved than the spirit within -- and that was shown now as he bounced his way into the cavern beyond. He was always resigned to explore its reaches, for now, and neither of his parents seemed to mind this. 

Today, his first order of business was to pee: Rowan sniffed his way over along the wall from the den that didn't have a rock against it, wandering a couple yards before deeming such place a good one -- he stood, chest puffed out, as he peed, scarlet eyes daring anybody to tell him no. The heir liked that certain places smelled more like him than anyone else, particularly the older siblings.... specifically Tigerlily. The sibling directly after him, the older twin, and his personal enemy: she ruined everything he did, took every opportunity to bully him, and then when someone finally looked to them, she played innocent. 

After the stream had ceaced, the boy bounced across the Sanctuary with a yip of joy, heading right for the still puddle of water. The snowy Prince skidded to a halt, but slammed one tiny paw into the water viciously, growling at it and even striking forward with his milk teeth.

Quick drop in!

Eden watched as the young Prince bounded forward through the Sanctuary. Maternal instincts kicked in as he approached the pool's edge, though seeing that he was alright put her heart at ease. Still she was alert to his every movement, even the growl at the waters, ready to pounce forward should he slip.

Face, chest, and forelegs soaked to the skin, the little albino catches the scent of another -- whipping his body around with a growl of warning, his scarlet eyes bore into Eden's face with, firstly, aggression. When she didn't take him away, nor even move, his furrowed brow softened and his squared shoulders fell. Silently, he observed the Baronetess.

Eden simply turned to strut away from the child, assuming that their meeting wouldn't be too eventful anyway. A kind smile and a tail wag was all she offered the boy while figuring he would simply follow anyway.