Blackfeather Woods different kind of happy

AW, but maybe daddy @Bane ? :-)

Cicero was a cheerful child. Even when he was in pain, his yelps were often followed by laughter. For others, it was hard to tell whether his laughter stemmed from a cheery outlook on life, a sense of comfort in the life he had been given, or if there was a different sort of meaning behind Cicero's cheer. Whatever the case, anyone who had ever seen the patchwork child would describe him as something of an oddball, not just in appearance.

Presently, he was at the age of discovery: For 6 weeks, Cicero had been practising his lungs with all sorts of tones, growls and laughs, and now he was trying them out.

Like most children, Cicero was very fascinated by the outside world. He sauntered out of the den, while looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was awake and following him, and took a peek outside of the den. "Oooh," he cooed excitedly, a content grin plastered on his face, as he looked at the woods surrounding the den. "Seessss," the pup babbled to himself, and he looked over his shoulder again; this time hoping that there would be an awake sibling or parent to give words to.