Stavanger Bay i'll be on deck

The more that Jorunn ventured into the outside world, the easier it became for him to adjust to the impairment that his monochromacy, though it remained, still, a struggle. The morning was partially cloudy, making it a smidgen easier for him than it would have been, would the sun have been shining fiercely. Determined to not let anyone or anything stop him, Jorunn had wolfed (haha) his food down, barely stopping to taste...or chew for that matter — thankfully they were still being fed regurgitated meat and this wasn't such a huge issue — before he dashed off outside the mouth of the den with no consideration for anyone else. His siblings could have what he left them, and he turned a deaf ear(s) to his mother's protests — if she even bothered these days. Jorunn didn't know because he never stuck around long enough to actually hear half of them. Too big, sand socked paws pounded the earth with vigor as he ran, tongue lulling out the side of his mouth as he charged through the coverings of the birthing den, always pushing his boundaries. His ultimate goal was to get as far as he could before an adult intercepted him. He did not always venture out on his own, often times dragging Floki out (and into trouble?!) with him, and some times his twin simply followed on his own. 

Further and further he pushed and ventured each day, hauling ass as fast as his legs would take him, his characteristic toothy smirk playing at the edges of his lips as he would pause to glimpse, arrogantly, over his shoulder to see if he was being followed before with a pealing shriek of laughter he would take off again, ignorant to the dangers of the world outside. He had been sheltered and protected within the walls of the birthing den, either watched by Charon, Levi, or Thistle. Yet, in the deign to protect him, they only made him feel trapped. The den was a prison, and he was eager to escape it. He needed the freedom, just as his lungs needed air. Sitting still was not something that Jorunn did well, and when it was forced upon him (there were times), he did it without any grace. 

The young legend dauntlessly moved, pace slowing to a quick gait when he assumed he was in the safety zone of not being caught up to. Eyes bright and milky blue, starbursting with crystalline blue and quicksilver greedily took in the landscape, draped as it was in monotone shades of gray-scale, pausing to sniff at something if it appeared to blend in during one of the sun's moments of defiance in which a cloud would drift out of it's path, eyes squinting as if it might make it easier to define it. It didn't, but it was instinctual and Jorunn did the best he could with what he had to work with.