Nova Peak after him, he's getting away!

Open to anyone!

Though his eyes were open, they were not yet remarkably functional, and so Swift was still reliant on his nose and sense of touch to tell him what was going on in the world, and on this warm morning, it was not a whole lot. At least not yet. His family dozed in the building heat of summer, but a gentle breeze had blown a faint scent to him. One that was probably only noteworthy to him, for it was a smell that had been occasionally blowing into the den ever since he had been born and thus would have been mere background smell to the rest. It was the scent of some plant. But this time, it seemed to call out to him, and he turned his stormy blue eyes toward the entrance of the den. He could not perceive forms so well and knew only that it was brighter in that direction, but it was not the light that pulled him. His neck stretched out, and his legs began to pull him. He shoved his paws into Allure and Pasha as he turned, scrabbling forward clumsily. He was only as quick as a handicapped turtle trying desperately to flee a predator, but he made a steady beeline for the entrance on legs that tried but could not yet lift his belly from the floor.