Redhawk Caldera king of the mountain

Every day seemed the same to the pup. Or rather: all the time seemed the same. Days were not something that he yet recognized, not a rhythm he acknowledged, for its eyes were still shut tightly. The pup’s behaviour remained the same, and a lot of the time the pup was still, not moving much nor making much noise. It was not bothersome to its parents, except perhaps to worry them that he may yet decide that life was not for him, for he remained small and fragile due to his early birth.

The pup lived, it survived, although the pup did not know nor understand what he was doing here or why. Ten days after its birth, for the first time the pup started to discover Mt. Mum. The pup slowly clambered over her front legs, all the way up towards her shoulder, and pressed its nose into the soft, warm fur to inhale the familiar scent while it tried to think of a way to climb further up there.