The Sunspire got up before dawn, went down to the racetrack

open to whoever's allowed near the dens! :3

at a month old, okeanos is a chubby charcoal smudge, wanting for nothing. and though he is content, and though he still spends much of his time curled tight against mama's belly, some mysterious urge pulls him to the mouth of the den. there is a world out there -- it's daunting, it's scary... but somehow he wants to see what it's about. 

of course he's too much of a goody two-shoes to try and sneak out on his own, so instead he crouches near the entrance and whines at whoever is closest: "wan' look..!"