Since the day my eyes have opened, I have seen this thing call light that made the world a much more interesting place. The darkness did not make use of my eyes, no. Darkness was a veil that obscured my perception. Darkness was a thing that made the den mundane. In the darkness, I can only feel and smell. I can only hear the whines of my siblings and the soft breath of my ever quiet mother. With the light, I can see that the den is made of not something so large, but something so small. Many small things. So many small things I cannot fathom it. Dirt, was many things generalized with language. Many small things that stick to my paws and crumble between my toes. With the light, I can view all the little intricacies of the universe that is my den, but there is more out...so much more.

I hold the same curiosities as my brother in many respects. My brother and I are the same yet different. We are the same size, but the light has shown me we are of different colors. I am told we both come from our silent, watchful mother. I do not question such things as of yet, but somewhere deep in my mind I cannot help but wonder why it is I am so dark and my siblings are so light. We are so different, and yet we all have paws, ears, and eyes. We have bodies that serve the same function, and we all grow together. I find that I am rather attached to my siblings. Both my brother and my sister. I find that they are more important to me than anything, but I cannot really put it into the right words with my young mind. I know in the future, it will all come into focus. I also know that I will not need words for my siblings to know such things.

Mother teaches me many things in this life that I am new to. In her silence, I learn the power of physical touch. The power of using my body with the light. There is much to be said with silence, and yet father teaches the uses of words. Father speaks because mother cannot. But I do not find this to be weakness in my mother, for at the youngest of ages I could not speak just like her. I could only make incoherent noises. I have learned to be physical with my mother and siblings. I have learned that the touch can lead to the heart. I know my mother understands when I caress her muzzle with my tongue. I almost feel as if, she may know that I understand more than anyone else.

I have been wanting to view the source of the light for a long time. The light allows me to see, to explore. My own brother wanted to leave, for reasons of his own. I would have been by his side when he had left, but my body is not something I can always control. This terrible thing happens periodically. My body shuts down. I feel the gravity pull me down, my lids closing off the light. Sleep, it is called. When I finally open my eyes, I see that my brother had left the den. He left. Without me. He left without me and I feel my very core ripping apart. How could he have forgotten me? Was the light so strong, that he drew him away from me? I catch a whine in my young silver throat, as my dark paws scramble.

I scatter towards the light, feeling a rush inside of me as the light falls upon me. I stop as the world turns to the strange color of green. It is a world so different from the den, so large and so expansive. I pause as my lavender eyes absorbs it all, and yet seems to observe it none. I look all around, feeling something touch me. I twist my head around, seeing nothing, smelling nothing. What is this, that touches me without being there? It happens once again, and I snap. I snap and there is nothing. I let out a small growl, irritated at this new invisible sensation.

As I was about to snap about it again, I hear something. My ears naturally perk, and I know the sound. It is the voice of my brother. I would know it anywhere. I blink and feel an instinctive need to follow the source. I cannot explain it. I could just pinpoint where it is. I gulp as my paws carry me forth, over the tall blades of grass that so new and foreign.

My paws eventually carry me towards my brother. I see him, and he is so small among this world unfathomable. It had taken me a time to get to him, for many reasons. There are so many new things to see, to smell, to hear. Also, this world is much larger than the den, and he is so far. When I do come upon him, I greet him with my dark body of black, russet, and silver, rubbing his side gently with my own. My eyes see this strangeness before me. It is massive, and it moves so weird. I freeze as I gaze upon it, taken away with awe.

"Brother, what is it?" I ask simply, blinking as, once again, something touches me that I cannot see. Yet, I am so taken with it, I do not even acknowledge it. So far, it seems harmless, what I will know soon is wind. For now, I will stare at the ocean that is our home.