Hideaway Strath That perfect moment, the last tear you shed

As much as he enjoyed the comfort of the den, he too had a strong urge to explore. The second born wanted to see the world outside of their den just as much as his siblings, but had not dared incite the wrath of his parents by going out where he knew they were not yet allowed. Even if he had wanted to, it was rare that their mother wasn't planted directly in front of the opening to their little home. 

But today was different: after breakfast, mother had informed them that they would be meeting the pack—leaving the den. It took no coaxing to pull him out into the open. And when they made their way through the trees, he remained close to his father, his gaze watching him intently as he tried to copy his confident stride. 

His mother called out twice, her howl echoing through the air long after she had stopped making the sound. He was curious to see what would come of her summons, but he quietly waited near his family, his interest clear in his curious expression. And slowly other wolves joined them. Not only adults, but other children, who Tulok watched closely. He was curious, of course, but not enough to leave his post.

Tulok found his brothers' enthusiasm kind of annoying; the way they just ran around to various strangers like they had no self-respect. He was far more quiet than the other two boys—more grumpy and set in his ways. So when Atka and then Alduin left to go explore their packmates, Tulok took a seat beside dad. He looked up at his parents, his mother watchful, his father proud. Then he straightened up and looked out over the pack with his still puppy blue eyes. He just watched as each pack member came to join, his face blank and his muscles a little tense. He wasn't nervous but he didn't trust anyone here aside from his family. Even the strange object brought by the tiny woman of snow, although giving off an intriguing smell, didn't pull him from his spot beside his parents.