Moonspear I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top

After his short foray into the wilds beyond the mountain, he was back to sticking close to home today. It inevitably pulled the dark yearling into the depths of the mountain, near to where his younger siblings were kept. In the beginning, it had been easy to not have too much interest in their finer details, but now that they were growing into distinct entities in his mind, with visages to match, curiosity had come to follow in full.

He approached the den without anything to gift them, or his mother or aunts, but was a watchful set of eyes on the scene. Antares did not know what was appropriate for the little wolves at this age, anyway, though in his loitering he hoped he might catch one of their eyes when he darkened the doorway carefully--leaning forward onto his front paws for some deeper sniffs.