Life had been flashing by for the pups, despite it only consisting of a very short period of time. Already the times of blindly fumbling around in the darkness of the cave with only the scent of their parents and siblings and the silky soft feel of fur to guide them faded from their minds. Life had changed when the heavy lids had parted and opened them up to the world of sight and light. Ever since they had longed to follow that light toward the mouth of the den, enamored but the strange warm glow that emanated into the birthing chamber to which they had been confined. Every attempt they had made so far had been thwarted, blocked by a wall of golden fur or the gentle silver nose directing them back to their siblings. Today, however, as the mostly white boy stirred atop a pile of his siblings something seemed different.

Blearily he blinked aquamarine eyes, watching the familiar forms of his parents retreating toward the light that was so intriguing. Jax tilted his large head to the side, yipping in confusion one or two times for good measure before attempting to disentangle himself from the confines of his siblings bodies. He has no qualms about kicking any of them in the face or stomach as he rolls to the soft pelt which covered the ground. “Watch where you’re going!” came the perturbed voice of his two-toned sister around a yawn that sent her tiny muzzle gaping. Jax just rolled his eyes before diving back in to the pile to rouse them all. “Get up, get up!” he said loudly, biting the ears of any who didn’t move fast enough, “Mama and papa have gone to the light, they won’t stop us from following!” He didn’t say how he had come to such a conclusion or mention that he had no proof to back up his claim, but it did seem likely today for some reason.

Crawling over his siblings he bounds toward the lip of the den and around the corner of the main channel which was shrouded in blinding light to his un-adjusted eyes. Squinting against the glare for a moment he pauses allowing his two-toned sister to slam into him. Head over paws they tumble over one another, Bastille releasing a mischievous laugh which indicated this may not have all been an incident. Shoving off her brother she raced toward the entrance of the cave, hearing him and their other siblings close on their heels.

Together they sprawl into the light of the wide area before the den, the sun warm despite the chill still in the air so early in the season. For a moment they all look to their main source of support, their parents who towered over them all. Dancing between their large paws and tree-trunks of legs they quickly take to exploring the area around them, getting a warning bark from their mother when they strayed too close to the edge of the overhang. Jax raced back toward his brother, Constantine, bowing before him in the traditional invitation to play, his gold and gray flecked skinny tail beating the air behind him. He yipped twice, the high pitch sound reverberating around the area. Meanwhile Bastille stalked around the back of them all, making a quick pounce with intentions to tackle her sister Embla.