Moonspear and it has to grow!

The dark male of the litter poked himself out of the den, freshly rested, and with a quick skim of the nearby, he found scents and sights of his family scattered here and there around him. He flung back his head and announced himself with a "Arrwhoowoo," just so there would be no doubts who was awake and up. With that said, he began a devoted little plod out into the relative open of the summer afternoon to explore.

He was just beginning to gain his footing when it came to being out and about more. His light-furred sisters had wasted no time, and while he wasn't held back by a crippled limb like Ran was, he just was not always as quick on the uptake as Vela and Galaxy. But he was doing as he should and was finding a he just took a little longer than they did. The more frequent trips out of the den and around the nearby swatch of mountainside was doing him good, though, and he was finding himself encouraged to explore more and be less generally clingy (this was a lesson often in his mother's tone) instead.

As easily distracted as the gangly boy was, he stopped at a twig to pick it up and toss it up into the air above him, before bouncing away to a notable and particularly round stone nearby. He rolled it with his nose once, then yipping with satisfaction at his outcome, he did it again.