Hushed Willows vent;volcano;vain;wreck;tactic;tidal;arches;

for @Aeryn, per request like a bazillion years ago!

something seemed off with the smaller creatures. there was one fewer—cam wasn't the most observant of wolves, but he was observant enough to know that. the big light-colored woman (ali-something?) had three pups. . .three. just like him and his siblings. and there were three even smaller denizens of the willows, too.

but now, there were only two, and a concerned sizzle in the air to go with it. so he watched, and he wondered.

cam made his way toward the other whelping den, now much steadier on his paws and beginning to grow out of the chubbiness that had marked his adolescence into something thinner, more refined. his eyes, too, were changing from infant blue to a verdant green; they were in the midway point now, resembling tempestuous seawater more than anything. deep enough for that, too.

but he had no idea about his appearance—he only knew what was in front of him, around him, beneath him. the changes in his siblings were noted, sure, but he was much more interested in things beyond. the wetness of the grass on a chilly morning. the colors of a sunset. the mouth-feel of a bone between teeth.

why concentrate on trivialities when all the wonders of the world were his to behold?

cam let out a soft whuff once he'd reached the small clearing where the pale woman kept her children, tail wagging slightly behind him. lana and ziggy had left him behind in pursuit of their own adventure today, so he was looking for some company. he was growing tired of them, anyway. . .spending every waking moment with the same souls for weeks on end had a tendency to do that, or so he'd learned.