Hideaway Strath Let's move out of the darkness

Life this far had been largely peaceful. He slept, he ate, he shuffled about. The little boy enjoyed exploring the different nooks around his mother and siblings but didn't stray much farther than that. There wasn't much farther to go, and instinct kept him close.

Today he felt the pokes and prods of his familiar keepers, and the boy Turmeric was fine with this - even accepted this, and cheerily obliged the gentle nudges to move his little legs where they needed to go - until mother's great warmth lifted and left, and, no matter where he shoved his little wolfish nose, Turmeric found her familiar comfort well departed.

A soft whine rose from his throat, like a child left in kindergarten for the very first time. And this was not unusual for the boy, or any pup. But in the darkness, something shifted on Turmeric's face. A gentle flutter, and in the moment of Arlette's departure, Turmeric opened his eyes and stared, blinking up with pale eyes at the shadows of his father for the very first time.