Ocean's Breath Plateau Little Hunter

While parts of Rolayne were still wildly wild, he had stopped stealing from the caches. He had lost a little weight because of it, but he was by no means malnourished. He still sought out adults when he was hungry, and it seemed most gave in eventually and gave him food. 

His father's discipline had done little for the rest of his antics. He still didn't sleep in the den, though most nights he was somewhere nearby, and he didn't much follow any set pack rules. His energy was still high, and he loved chasing anything that moved. 

Catching the scent of his father, he made a hard right and followed it. The day that Rodyn had caught him at the cache and set about to punish him was not out of mind, but it didn't change anything about their relationship. Rolayne was still happy-go-lucky, and sought out his father whenever he felt like it. The punishment was just a fact of history in his mind, a consequence of getting caught in the act. 

When his Dad came into view, he let out a yip and bounded over to him, playfully snipping at his hocks before quickly darting away in anticipation of retaliation. His nose caught a whiff of something, and his eyes searched and found what was hanging in Rodyn's jaws. At least is wasn't himself this time! Rolayne, all manners aside, made a leap for what he thought was a dead squirrel.