Silvertip Mountain the moon

apophis has grown faster than he could even keep track of. one day he'd been tiny, the next he'd stared silently as his dark reflection in puddles and found his blue eyes shifting to something warmer, and his ears and snout gathering length. he was still chilidishly built and light minded, but more capable in action each day, often running as if at play, but only when by himself. 

in appearance, he thought himself like @Merrick . there was a resemblance between them. and often when apophis gazed at his own reflection, he got intimdated by his own stare that was beginning to look like his father's, and would turn gently away. 

it was dusk when he was laying in some low grasses in a clearing near the base of the mountain. the heat had his tongue hanging out with mouth slightly agape, eyes half-lidded in a thoughtless stare.