Swiftcurrent Creek The sight of pups, the taste of pelts

Chewing and sucking on the pelt soon got boring. There were much more interesting things to explore, such as the spot where the colors were different than inside the den. The closer Julius got to the spot, the colder it got. Deciding the entrance of the den would be too cold to go towards, he turned around and started crawling towards the warmth of his family.

Still not used to the significance the colors held, Julius squirmed right into Durnehviir. With a surprised yelp, he backpedaled. Then curiosity took over, and he bumped into Durnehviir again. But this time, he started poking her with his nose, observing how he could touch her color.