He enjoyed Spirane he had finally decided, the rocky crags provided ample amusement be it jumping from stone to stone or skidding down its steep hills or, as he had discovered, simply barking within the ravines and hearing it echo back to him. Regardless of what he did the best part is that few seemed to know he was even here and that left him to explorations and adventures to conquer entirely on his own, no Astrid telling him to behave or compose himself, no one to impress, it was pure and simple joy. The fall air was crisp, almost tickling his nose with its cool currents which seemed to flow like a river between the peaks it gave everything a life he hadn’t quite seen before.

Today was no exception to his simple enjoyment of the mountainous land. He found himself jogging lightly through a myriad of thick bushes frightening birds up from their nests and sending various smaller rodents skittering from their holes with sharp barks and well placed paws. Their scurrying antics always expanded the almost constant lopsided grin that was plastered on his black and white face. His two toned eyes sparked with mischief as he sighted a squirrel brazenly sitting out in the open pathway. It was a foolish move for the rodent, but one he was glad the brown creature had made. He poised himself, slinking down a bit and gathering his slender limbs beneath him. His sister always told him he was built for agility, his lithe form able to go the distance and race across the open fields with an endurance she didn’t possess. Unfortunately no one had told his body this.

Dancing on his small paws for but a moment he took off in the direction of the squirrel, trying not entirely successfully to not trip over his long legs as they moved beneath him. He seemed built for grace yet managed to possess none of it. He focused on his target though, blocking everything else out save for the sight of the squirrel in the clearing. So engrossed was he with his entertainment he didn’t see the cream she-wolf doing practically the same thing. She cuts across his vision, play chasing after his target. Her mistake was not following it further as it scurried up the tree, his was not being able to put the brakes on fast enough.

He made the decision to stop far too late, lowering his hindquarters to the ground as his front paws scrambled backwards ears plastered to his head. No doubt he looked a hot mess skidding across the dirt and rock mixed ground, and for a moment it looked like he might be successful in stopping in a cloud of dust before her, but in the last few inches his long legs got entangled with one another pulling his lanky form forward and causing him to tumble head over paws straight toward her. There was nothing this boy couldn’t do wrong.