Blacktail Deer Plateau sea legs

Pura is nearly two weeks! :) His eyes are open and he can wobble around. Anyone that's permitted near the den, but I wouldn't mind a passing member of the pack scooting him back into the den if no family is about.

Pura Virtúte was alive, and now he had some inkling of the fact. Unlocking the sight achievement had gone a long way toward changing him from dormant seed to sapling, and the rest of his little body had begun to follow suit. Saēna may have beaten him to functioning eyeballs, but her brother was a clear winner in the size category. He stomped around on stocky, quivering legs, and slowly, carefully, his silky little ears were unfolding.

The acquisition of new skills had increased his liability factor ten-fold. Well before dawn, little Pura was on his feet in the balmy den, staggering on fat little paws in the direction of the only break in the blackness - out. His baby-blues weren't equipped for detail, but he was already adept at spotting variation in colour. Thus far, his catalogue of experiences told him that darker colours meant a world of dull and their lighter counterparts promised every manner of awesomeness.