He was now used to his home of the fields. Winter had come and he got to experience the wonders that it brings. Snow was the most odd thing, but it did not really bother him anymore. The cold was interesting, and brought a different feeling to his lungs. The air was...lighter, and he quite liked it over the heat of the summer. He had no idea what was to come next either. First it was the heat of summer with intense greens, the blaring sun, and heavy rains. Then the world shifted and changed. Everything fell apart. Then came the cold. What was next? He knew not of the cycles of the world, that everything was doomed to repeat itself. He wondered what other sensations there are relative to heat and cold, but for now, he had to simple contemplate what his little mind did know about life. What was known for sure, is that the day was cold as he was out and about on his coal black paws in Asteraia as his red eyes searching for...something, anything to do.

He was young, a pup, and his mind was prone to wandering. His attention span could only go so far as he followed one scent to another. There was so many, and he had yet to learn how to really hold down onto one and stay on it. He was only just starting to follow what Sister referred to as his Mother, the bringer of milk, on hunts with the dark shadow of Father. He was still too young to really keep up, but he knew his legs grew longer and his abilities grew with it.

He white form rolled in the dirt as he attempted to pounce a stray leaf on the ground. He growled as he did not capture his target, his small form wiggling in the grass as he finally got himself upright again. He wiggled his nose, his red eyes narrowed as he snorted. The leaf seemed to be destroyed, and he lifted his lava-touched eyes to the horizon once more. His attention is drawn to what appears to be a wolf upon a rock. He felt his tail give a wag behind him. This wolf was still a distance away, and happily he moved towards the creature.

As he gets closer he realizes that it is perhaps a wolf he does not know. He feels the bite of hesitation just as he feels the cold world on his nose. He blinks a few times many yards away, dipping his white form down as he contemplates what to do. What would his brother do? He considers this as he stares at her, remembering how his brother would jump to attack. Well, it was always fun to play with others so far, and Mother and Sister played, why would this wolf not? His black-encased eyes glittered as he decided to sneak forward. He edged closer and closer- rather quiet but really, not quiet enough. The young pup got into pouncing range, biting his lip in excitement before his tight legs pushed him upwards. He...barely succeeded, and by barely, he cleared the rock enough to perhaps land slightly upon it, his jaws slightly brushing the hairs of his ruff before he fell back down into the dirt on his back. He growled at his lack of success, turning over on his belly to look up at this mystery wolf, eyes hopeful she liked to play just like Sister did.