Moonspear there upon your perch, say the words

ohoho i'm AMBULATORY NOW!

arcturus, the yams, and the tiny leviathan revui were all nearly a month old. the days, transpiring into weeks, had lent them new powers: sight, hearing, vision. most disconcertingly, control over their limbs.

they were no longer squishy potatoes -- they were long-legged, autonomous puppies. or at the very least, arcturus believed himself autonomous. day by day his will to explore the den grew; day by day, he toed the stony threshold beyond, wrestled with his siblings, and grew discontent with his tiny world.

curiosity had taken him now -- thirsting for new adventure, arcturus took his first few steps outside of the den. the world around him was alarming - everything alien and huge and unfamiliar. he felt a new sensation take hold of him - fear -- and he instinctively spooked back into the den as a bird flew past his vision.