Redhawk Caldera behind those eyes

Where a normal pup's eyes would have opened days ago, the pup's eyes were still shut. It did not notice much of it, for its days were filled with the same and more of the same. Some days were slightly better than others, but most days were the same. The pup did not yet think much, merely surviving upon instincts.

It did not realise that perhaps to its caretakers, it was not good that its eyes were still shut when they should have opened. The small pup had started to move a bit more, though, although it still remained apathetic often times when other pups would scream out. It preferred to sniff the fur of others to identify them, for it was the only thing it had for now, and instinct told it to do so.

Today the pup sat in the middle of the den, surrounded by hard, cold ground, and it tilted its head as if it was looking at something, although it saw nothing through its closed eyes.