Whitefish River Anything you feel, put it all on me

Acheron was not one to sit back and wait to see what happened, so when mom invited them to follow her outside, he seized the opportunity. He had started to grow bored with his monotonous surroundings, and his mind almost felt starved for enrichment.

He slowed at the opening of the caves, squinting his blue eyes a little in response to the brightness of the sun. He lifted his freckled muzzle in the air and wiggled his little nose a few times, taking in all the scents and finding them a touch overwhelming. Still, he trotted over to where mom lounged, and sat so that he leaned against her side. He would explore soon, but first he needed to acclimate.