Swiftcurrent Creek The sight of pups, the taste of pelts

@Relonikiv @Trajan @Durnehviir @Paarthurnax Any of the other pups (besides Relonikiv) can also use this as an eye-opening thread, so that there's not four threads dedicated to each pup opening his/her eyes.

This morning, not that Julius had any sense of time, was different. When he dreamed, it was a black void. When he was awake, it was a black void filled with the added senses of smell, touch, and taste. Sometime they penetrated his dreams, but only for little amounts of times. If he was awake, he knew he was awake. If he was asleep, he usually didn't know, as most of the dreams left his memory the moment he woke up. This morning, he was awake. He knew that much. But, there was also a new sense this time: sight.

It took Julius by surprise. Instead of the familiar, black void, there was a blurry canvas of color. He reacted by letting out a surprised squeak, squirming backwards as if he could escape it, and closing his eyes in shock. All of it happened in a single moment. Once he realized that the black void was back, Julius relaxed and opened his eyes, which brought the blurry colors and shapes back. Eyes closed once again in shock, and a bit more moving backwards. This continued on for a while, until all the eye closing and opening taught him how to vaguely work the muscles that made his eyes open and close. It was a bit difficult at first, but he eventually gained a little bit of control over his eyelids. Being able to make the color vanish and appear intrigued the largest pup.

Now that Julius knew he could make the scary colors go away anytime he wanted, he was a bit more eager to explore them. Although he didn't know the names of the colors yet, he still recognized that they were different. His mother was a different color than his silver brother, Trajan. Another fascinating part about colors were that they lined up with his senses. If he stuck his face in Durnehviir's fur, the mixed blob of colors would get closer until it was all that he could see.

There were also a few things besides his siblings that interested him. The floor of the den held a myriad of colors with all the soft pelts of prey littering it. How could they be so different, yet feel the same? They smelled like the whole den did, which smelled like the combined scent of all of them, as well as Bazi and the occasional visitor. Curious about the pelts, he decided to taste one. He sucked on one of them, a piece of the pelt reaching the back of his mouth.