Stavanger Bay i'll be on deck

The more that Jorunn ventured into the outside world, the easier it became for him to adjust to the impairment that his monochromacy, though it remained, still, a struggle. The morning was partially cloudy, making it a smidgen easier for him than it would have been, would the sun have been shining fiercely. Determined to not let anyone or anything stop him, Jorunn had wolfed (haha) his food down, barely stopping to taste...or chew for that matter — thankfully they were still being fed regurgitated meat and this wasn't such a huge issue — before he dashed off outside the mouth of the den with no consideration for anyone else. His siblings could have what he left them, and he turned a deaf ear(s) to his mother's protests — if she even bothered these days. Jorunn didn't know because he never stuck around long enough to actually hear half of them. Too big, sand socked paws pounded the earth with vigor as he ran, tongue lulling out the side of his mouth as he charged through the coverings of the birthing den, always pushing his boundaries. His ultimate goal was to get as far as he could before an adult intercepted him. He did not always venture out on his own, often times dragging Floki out (and into trouble?!) with him, and some times his twin simply followed on his own. 

Further and further he pushed and ventured each day, hauling ass as fast as his legs would take him, his characteristic toothy smirk playing at the edges of his lips as he would pause to glimpse, arrogantly, over his shoulder to see if he was being followed before with a pealing shriek of laughter he would take off again, ignorant to the dangers of the world outside. He had been sheltered and protected within the walls of the birthing den, either watched by Charon, Levi, or Thistle. Yet, in the deign to protect him, they only made him feel trapped. The den was a prison, and he was eager to escape it. He needed the freedom, just as his lungs needed air. Sitting still was not something that Jorunn did well, and when it was forced upon him (there were times), he did it without any grace. 

The young legend dauntlessly moved, pace slowing to a quick gait when he assumed he was in the safety zone of not being caught up to. Eyes bright and milky blue, starbursting with crystalline blue and quicksilver greedily took in the landscape, draped as it was in monotone shades of gray-scale, pausing to sniff at something if it appeared to blend in during one of the sun's moments of defiance in which a cloud would drift out of it's path, eyes squinting as if it might make it easier to define it. It didn't, but it was instinctual and Jorunn did the best he could with what he had to work with.

Thistle knew now that Jorunn was going to give her grey fur, before she was old enough to have it. He was just like his father, perhaps even more bold than he. Today was no different as he raced off, after practically choking down his food. She sighed as she watched him go, making sure her other three were taken care of before she chased after him on nimble paws. He was an adventurer if nothing else, that was for certain.
His twin followed him on these adventures, and she knew that once they were older she would have a pawful or two with each of them. She continued on after him.


She finally caught up with him and stood back a ways simply watching him. She would not bother him if he didn't see her. SHe did not wish to curb his enthusiasm for life, or his curiosity. Granted it could get him killed if he continued into it head first, with no worries for it.

Thanks for joining it, mama! <3 hehe.

There was so much more outside the confines of the birthing den, and Jorunn had made it clear that he did not fear it (though a healthy dose of fear might not be a bad thing). He wanted to explore and conquer it. It was like a fire that burned like a hunger within him. It did not hurt but it was not sated until he was (more or less) getting into trouble. After discerning that the gray lump was actually a rotted, fallen log, the sweet scent of it's decay, moss and dirt strong in his nose, which wrinkled he let out a noise of surprise (mostly that it had taken it's proper shape) and dove into it. Small as it was it took some force to squeeze his shoulders through it. Perhaps a child with more wordly experience would have recognized a bad idea when he saw it, and might have realized that since his shoulders didn't initially fit unless he applied force, that insisting upon it would get him stuck, but this was experience that Jorunn didn't have; and even if the instinct had been there telling him not to do it the young legend paid it no mind.

A small grunt left him when he got stuck, his rump sticking out. Ears slicked back against his skull as his claws scraped furiously against the decaying bottom of the wood, attempting to pull the rest of himself inside it, towards the middle where he could visibly see that it widened. There other side was measurably wider but he had to get to that side first. Moss tickled his nose and he let out a sneeze, momentarily distracted from trying to tug the rest of himself free. It gave him pause and with a victorious “HA!” his bum was free and his body — clearly big even though he was still 'small' by ...everyone's standards except his own was scrunched in. He wiggled his way towards the wider side of it, and burst out of it, having to give himself a push. The action caused some of the decaying wood to splinter and fall apart. His head shot up, peeking over the top of the log, one paw placed on the top of it as his ears splayed to either side of his skull, small splinters of soft wood and bits of moss tangled and laying lazily on his head and twined lightly through the longer fur of his dorsal and nape. 

His mother's scent was strong upon the air, her sweet mother's milk still an alluring scent to him though he was more or less entirely weaned by this point. As it was, Jorunn thought nothing of it, confident that he hadn't been followed and that her scent was that strong in the territory naturally. With a toothy grin he shoved off of the log and traipsed further away from the heart of the Bay, as brazen and big as you please.

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of course <3

Thistle knew there was much to conquer for her little babes in the outside world. Thus far the most active of them all was Jorunn and Floki made up a close second. Ragna and Kaylan were rather quiet, but she knew only time would tell how they would grow in time. Thistle watched with humor as her oldest son from this litter shoved himself face first into a log, and pushed and heaved until the log gave way for his shoulders. She stifled a laugh knowing he would get stuck. She settled to her haunches to watch how this mystery and experience would unfold.

She snorted as his rump stuck up and he tried to push himself out. She however didn't move, lifting her white paw to lick it gently and watch with amusement. He managed to push himself the way through it, and she raised a brow in admiration for him. He was definitely his father's son. She sighed softly, she missed him so much it hurt. She knew she needed to move past this, but she found it was still rather hard. He was comical to look at so frayed and covered in wood and moss. It gave him a strange appearance.


Thistle followed a distance away, keeping his smallish body in sight. She did not want to interrupt his wanderings, but she did want to keep him safe. All her children she wanted safe, and she would do better with these four than she had done with her first three. All three of them scattered to the winds.