aderyn

Pale yellow eyes ringed with pink looked out from the dark depths of the den in which he lived, his eyes flicked to the side eyeing his pure-white brother. The girls were tuckered out in the den, sleeping alongside mom. He sighed, a rough, gruff sound that barely reached the deep baritone of his voice. He supposed it fit his name and image, other than his yellow and pink eyes. Pink, why? Right, mom had pink eyes. She had spoken once that He and Aureila had gotten their darker colors from dad, but they had never met him. Though, Caderyn and Berwyn had spoken of going to search for him a time or two. They weren’t quite sure when yet, but maybe soon.

He moved slowly, his yellow and pink eyes watching the afternoon float on by. Mom usually stayed up late at night and told the kids the stories of the sky, and the stars, so adventuring out during the day was such an uncommon feat, that he turned his head, his eyes narrowing to adjust to the dark sight of the den. He gave a low rumble, his eyes locked on Berwyn’s white form. His brother was quieter, softer than himself, but they still did mostly everything together, so why not adventure today together? He moved easily out of the den, his tall lanky figure stretching as soon as his paws hit the soft grass, stretching his pudgy little body out as he sighed, his ears twisting to listen for Berwyn’s steps out of the den.

He paused, one paw lifted in the air as he heard a call branch out from a male somewhere within the land. He was calling for the young pups, those born here and those from the pack that had just combined with the mountain pack. He didn’t know who it was, but it was intruiging. He grinned, turning towards Berwyn and barked once, a low, gruff sound coming from such a small form was strange but Berwyn was used to it, as were the rest of their siblings. Anemone still got a kick out of it once in a while.

He loped off towards the sound that had echoed around the place. He knew Berwyn would follow, He always did. And so Caderyn set off towards the male that had called out, his paws sliding as he tried to dig his paws into the ground before he tumbled, head first towards the black and white male that had called out. “Sorry mister” The brown and tan pup mumbled, his young voice deep and baritone, it was probably going to deepen with age, but it was a strange sound. It had been higher when he was much younger, but now it was turning into an adult sound, strange, but that was it.