Redhawk Caldera Bones in the soil, rust in the oil

@Peregrine

With every passing day, the world became increasingly easier to navigate.  Whip's tiny little legs increased in strength and now, he found himself able to crawl about the whelping den with relative ease. He would never stray for long however, and after a few moments of blind exploration, little Whip would crawl his way back to the brother pile or to his milk-bar mother.

He awoke in a heap of his siblings with a tired yawn. Today, the pup noticed something amiss. A single eye had opened into a slit. To Whip's great surprise, there was far more to the world than he had previously known. With newfound and blurry vison, Whip crawled his way down the brother pile and dragged himself through the den... admiring all the brown.