Silvertip Mountain Who thought the world was bigger than a den?

YES, the day was finally here. He did not understand so much of what mother was saying but he knew what she meant. They got to go OUTSIDE. To him, this was the motherload of exploration, and the day he had been waiting for supposedly his whole life. He screamed in approval, his little legs pacing at the exit of the den. Mother had even started to call him a name, but he could not pronounce that yet. He did quite like having to own something, a title for himself. Surely he was superior in this way. But nevertheless, his tiny comprehension did not extend to thinking about such intricate topics, no, he was just glad to finally being able to venture out beyond the den.

He barreled past everyone else as Zaria finished taking down the boundaries. The Outside was cold, and he shivered but continued to move his legs fast as he could to explore everything he could. The Oustide was big, large looming things overhead, a warm glow in the distance. Compared to everything else, mother was moderately sized, to his utter amazement. He was probably really small then, which somewhat lessened the mood. It did not take him long to clamber over every rock, to lick every leaf and bury his nose in the ground. Some things did not taste good at all, while others did, which was an utter mind blow to him. His siblings were at the back of his mind, and so was the den, and he never wanted to go back. This would give Zaria a challenge to keeping him in the den, or getting him back there at all.