Bearclaw Valley Cocoa butter beach blonde

Life was so overwhelmingly exciting with all of its changes. More had changed than just Lucas' eyes opening; where there had been a lingering chill in the air before, now warmth crept into the den on beams of golden light. Each day with sight brought new details. If he squinted and was close enough, he could almost clearly make out something in front of him. He had to be almost touching it with his nose, but given Lucas' disregard for personal space and general love of everyone, that wasn't hard.

Today he was attempting to engage @Wyatt whilst seeming as inconspicuous about it as possible. It wasn't a conscious effort, but an instinctive one; he hunkered down on the den floor, strong legs curled close, and his tail stuttered over the dusty ground in a hesitant wag. He scooched forward a step, then dropped his muzzle to the ground and froze again, surveying the not-so-sexy dark blob ahead for a reaction. When one wasn't evident—though who knows, he couldn't really see anything anyway—he scooted forward another step with another hesitant wave of his tail.

He never reached Wyatt before his excitable personality got the best of him; he yipped out an unheard squeal before he ever got there and rushed the rest of the way as fast as his little legs would allow.