Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

obviously, because rannoch had taken aengus to the borders of the pack and taught him how they had intended to mark their claim, this meant that the young boy could come and go as he pleased, right? sure. right… at least, that was what he had convinced himself when he’d slipped away from his family’s den and stepped into the sunlight. he had followed the same course that had led him to the edge of the glade before, only this time the little bull passed right through it. his heart raced for a moment before he forgot all about whatever rules his parents might have set for him. aengus was a wild man now! there was no stopping him.
 
the plump child roamed freely until he had found himself in a murky territory with smells that he had never dreamed of before. the fiery orange of his gaze seemed to dance with excitement as he plunged into the area, not even daring to look back. it was in this territory that the young frostfur latched his sights on another shape – roughly his same age – who was entranced by a flower.
 
“hey! what are you doing out here? are you exploring too?” aengus called to the other pup, his tail flagging behind him like a helicopter’s rotor.