Swiftcurrent Creek Balmora

The pups were what?  Three weeks now?  His eyes had opened like a week ago, and though the world was still a little blurry farther in the distance, for the most part he didn't know any better.  There wasn't anything going on in the late afternoon, and the fun-spoiling parental units were napping or something else that seemed to make them be not paying immediate attention -- honestly whichever didn't really matter, because Akatosh was bored and didn't want to bug the pile of snoozing siblings.

With his improving vision had come the ability to toddle about, and he was getting pretty secure moving about.  Most of his ambling around had just been inside the den.  They weren't supposed to go out, near as his currently tiny brain could parse.  Where that line was, though, wasn't as clear.  And so the sepia-stained pup ambled towards the open den mouth and plopped his rump down right at the threshold, with a bitty scowl on his brow.  Maybe outside would be more interesting.