Bearclaw Valley Bees, bees, bees - everywhere - bees!

At some point, others had arrived. He wasn't aware enough of his surroundings to know whether they had gone to the others or the others had come to them; it was all irrelevant to Lucas, whose only feeling on the matter was ecstacy. More pups to play with! More pups to dance with, too. Not that Piper and Wyatt weren't good dance partners, but as much as Lucas loved them and as thrilled as he was whenever they participated, he got bored easily.

One of the others had been sick for a time, but seemed to be feeling better now. Lucas watched her from the shadows of the den as she stepped tentatively outside. When he rose to his chubby paws and waddled after he, he displayed none of the same apprehension. No matter where Lucas was, he implicitly trusted the safety of his setting. That Nunataq's illness came from outside couldn't possibly matter to him. He didn't know any better.

Besides, the day was warm, he noted as he tumbled out of the wide den entrance into the soft grass. The sun was bright today, making him squint as he blindly stumbled right into Nunataq's side.

Making some vague assumptions and set present day.