Swiftcurrent Creek smells like teen spirit

He blinked against the brighter light of the outdoors, his clumsy paws toddling closer to the den entrance. His legs wobbled below him, and boy, was he slow – but this was the farthest he had manoeuvred yet, and the pup rumbled a low puppy growl of excitement.
 
The growl turned in to a small yap of surprise as his baby blue eyes fell upon the stranger outside the den entrance. He paused, quivering, the scent unfamiliar, but familiar from the creek. A tiny paw lifted to bat at the wolf, but before he could move further, his mothers protective embrace pulled him back, nestling him against her warmth. And just like that, his muzzle bumped in to his brothers, and Akavir had been thoroughly distracted as he began to mouth at his ivory littermate.