Moonspear moving day

He yipped softly and knew it was time to get going, so he did just that and fell in line with his siblings. Careful to mind himself, since he got the sense this was pretty important already (and if he didn't, he'd get way worse than that small pinch), he attempted to be the picture of an obedient, attentive little dude—even with the tiny touch of growing nervousness he had pooling in his gut over a big change like this that was becoming more real by the minute now that their paws were in motion.

The steely whelp still had relatively mixed feelings about the rest of the pack, but much of that was born out of not knowing them that well.. not like his little family unit that he saw day in and day out, especially. It would get easier with time, so, to what Papa told them about living there and not being mostly under Mama's jurisdiction, he still felt a little more watery at the notion suddenly. Something about less of her made his stomach clench weirdly just then. Despite his furrowed-up face, he did manage a nod, and peered at the back of her legs wide-eyed when he wasn't gawking at his sisters, the trees, and rocks instead.

Everyone else still seemed very excited about this. It wasn't easy to keep that funk he was feeling around for long..

A bunch of pawprints later, and he began to move past that to just find himself entirely distracted by it all. So much newness bringing so much to see, and anticipation was building awfully fast in the meantime thanks to what awaited them at the end of this walk. A new homebase could be fun.