Noctisardor Bypass Sunday mornings we sleep-in 'til noon

As one day dragged after another, Abel became less and less chatty. His voice just wasn’t what it used to be. Once his other senses grew stronger and he became somewhat steady on his feet, there was no need to cry to get what he wanted. He could just stand up and get it himself. Most times that is. He wasn’t exactly an expert walker just yet.
The vibrations his voice provided weren’t all that entertaining either. Abel found himself way more fascinated with the world that lay beyond the den. He’d admired it from afar, but had never stepped into it as he desires to. So when he spotted his sister tumbling outside, he took that as an opportunity to tumble along after her.
Abel squealed with delight as sunlight pooled down on him and furiously wagged his tail. Overstimulated by the bombardment of sights and smells, the boy began to prance in circles (as best he could anyhow) and nudge at Indra’s side to get her too play. 
He was just barely able to decipher the fresh meat from the rest of the smells. When he did he straightened up stared into its direction, transfixed by this alluring scent. Among the shrubbery he spotted another wolf, a stranger, with something strange in her jaws. Abel watched her with owl-eyed curiosity.