Whitefish River And you know you're never sure, but you're sure you could be right

He wasn't sure if he was actually supposed to be outside the den by himself, but everyone was sleeping, and he was so very bored. So he made the long, dark trek through the caves, using the beam of sunlight in the distance as a guiding beacon. 

Once outside, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Everything was so bright, and there were so many scents that he didn't know where to go first. He settled for the grey, furry creature that scurried up the tree to his left. Acheron trotted over and stared up at the browning leaves, releasing a tiny yip at the animal. It looked like a toy, and he wanted to inspect it.