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With mother sound asleep in the whelping den, Whip took his opportunity to see the outside world on his own without the prying eye of a chaperone or running the risk of being pulled back into the den by the scruff of his neck. At the ripe old age of 23 days, the terrible toddler saw fit to take things upon himself and explore the world above that he had so far only seen in short glimpses. Guided by curious intent, Whip pushed past his brothers toward the inviting call of sunlight.  

Starting by popping his head out of the enterance of the whelping den, Whip slowly placed a single paw on the grass before him. He turned back, looking to see if his secret excursion was still a secret, before scrambling clumsily outside. He walked forward a few paces before plopping to his plump stomach in front of the den, basking in the ample sunlight.  This wasn't so bad. There was nothing to be afraid of.