Golden Glade sober

*Snatches the first thread where a puppy isn't a complete potato*

Alder was immensely proud of his children. The Chaspen Brood were up and walking, eyes open - this was further than most of his first litter had ever gotten - and the King couldn't wait for the day that they all could really talk. And not the senseless babbling and shit they learned to repeat, he couldn't wait till they could really talk! Unfortunately, that day was like three months away - he'd have to be patient till then - and for now he settled on bringing their mother food.

He was bringing another hawk for Aspen that morning, but when he poked his head into their den to survey, it was the youngest and darkest of his first Brood that drew his one blue eye. Hawthorn Charley Pryor - unfortunately, the first time his father got to see him walk, it was accompanied by the boy tipping over and falling onto his face. Alder couldn't help but laugh, tossing the hawk towards his wife before lowering himself in front of his son and reaching out with his muzzle. He moved to nuzzle the boy upwards, to right him and give him another chance at walking - there was only one way to learn, and that was to practice.