Redtail Rise dreams didn't make us kings

though unfettered curiosity bid thursday evening to keep going, to emerge fully from the mouth of the den and into the sunlight, into the world of colors ...caution tampers it. chains it. for the time being, at any rate. still very dependent upon new snow and augur and the safety his parents offer him, he instinctively looks to them for assurances.

a peek is given over his shoulder as he hears new snow stir and rise.

tail wags a beat against the earthen floor in greeting, having reclined upon his haunches, as he watches her approach.

at the physical touch of her muzzle against his head in 'good morning' he twists and offers a 'good morning' lick to the underside of her chin in return; barely containing his excitement at the permission given moments prior.

with morning greetings out of the way, he barrels just outside the den beneath his mother's watchful eye: leaping onto a patch of sunshine as if it were prey.