Blackfeather Woods order out of chaos

Each day Damien's restlesness and desire to venture further out of the cave grew stronger and more eager. While there was a feeling of safety and peace within his chamber, Damien now had an excuse to leave his comfort zone and breathe some fresh air. The pups had started walking, he had seen it happen in one of his covert expeditions, and the risk of them putting themselves in danger had taken away his sleep. He had one purpose with them, and it was to keep them safe from harm as it was the gods' will.

When I say it took away his sleep I mean it seriously. Even in his watch over the pups from the shadows at the back of the cave the dark prince could feel his heavy eyelids drag down over his eyeballs despite how much he tried to resist. But as soon his whiskers felt the slightest shift of pressure in the air he jolted awake to find the smallest renegade making his way away from Potema.

He silently followed, taking his time to carefully place the next paw in front of him as to not make the slightest sound. He never lost sight of the pup and should he run Damien would be prepared to frustrate his escapade. But he didn't. The small creature simply lay down at the mouth of the cave admiring the rising sun, which shone on the pup with enough clarity for Damien to finally realize how familiar his coat's pattern seemed.