Gyrfalcon's Keep Apatite

Sunlight poured through the den mouth and lured the young wolf out into the open.

Nazair gazed up, reveling in the warmth that baked into the dark hairs of his body. He stretched out, yawning wide, and found a comfortable state on his belly. Above his head, a butterfly with bright blue wings fluttered to the nearby brush. His eyes followed the motion of it, compelled to chase it just as much as he was compelled to lounge in the sunlight.