Sun Mote Copse you think i wanna go back to wyoming.

Penn was a quiet, well-behaved little boy. At least, he had been thus far. Being little more than a bean with squiggly legs and a wobbly head didn't really give him much to work with in the way of causing chaos, even if he had been inclined to do so. But he was getting older now, his squiggly legs were getting longer, and his wobbly head was... still wobbly, but getting easier to control. He had a long way to go, but he had come far enough to start living, if only a little bit.

The pup had just woken from a milk-induced coma to find himself feeling inexplicably restless. Though unknownst to him, he had fallen behind the rest of his siblings when it came to his physical development in that his eyes hadn't opened yet. But this didn't strike him as a detriment (seeing as he wasn't aware of it), and it certainly didn't hold him back as he began to wriggle away from the warmth of his mother's side and start to explore his surroundings on his own. Just a wee bit.