Bearclaw Valley Blowing away the scenery around me

«wow, just getting the job...better make sure I make it worth it. xD»



 Cry was finalizing his first score of the land, learning landmarks, caches, escape routes, hidden trenches, wastelands, Valleys, and dens. Most especially dens. And the most special of all dens, was the parents. 
Seems he was already on the payroll. Better get to it, then. 

A little pup, one that proved to have no fear in delving into the unknown, one who's coat made even the purest of snow, jealous. Crawling on his tum to reach the outside of the world he had most likely been born into. Just barely touching the outskirts of his well made den. 
Tsk, tsk, tsk.

The dark prince watched, observing closely at the tactics the youth employed against detection.
Only when the ivory pup reached the end of the dens entry way, did he move in. 

"Hello."

A soft voice, gentle, a caress he hasn't touched vocally for quite some time. As smooth as a panther, the ethereal ebony lowered himself to his own stomach a yard away, as size alone could frighten a child. 
Rather not get bad reports on your first handling