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It was another bright sunny day that greeted the young male. He had barely come into this world and already he was a curious one. He didn’t yet realize how different he was. All he cared about was exploring the world around him. So far he only knew his immediate family. His mother, who was an interesting female. One that would play a very special role in his life, though he didn’t know it yet. And then there were his brothers and sisters. Three of the four in the litter had been gifted with the unique markings of a cadejo, Hemming being one of them. His unique coloring ended with four small hooves instead of paws and atop his cranium were two small horn buds. These would not grow to be antlers like some of the wolves within Blossom, but would be like the horns of a sheep. Unique and different, just like Hemming. For now, he thought that his sister Valencia was the weird one. His two brothers, Hjalmar and Brynjar, both had the same horn buds and hooves that he had. But Valencia did not. She was “normal”. But Hemming’s definition of normal was skewed. To him, she was the abnormal one.
But the young pup didn’t care what anyone looked like. As long as they were willing to go on adventures with him, he didn’t care if it was his weird looking sister, or if it was of his brothers. His small hooves clicked and clacked upon the rocks as he pranced through the trees, trying to escape his mother so she couldn’t make him stay close to the den. Usually she didn’t like them wandering too far off, but Hemming had already explored everything that was nearby. He wanted to see what the rest of the world was like. Besides, it was early enough in the day that he would be back in plenty of time before dark. And nothing could go wrong as long as it was daytime still. With a grin on his features, the pup ran at full speed, clearing the tree line and seeing something new in front of him. He had seen small streams and one little pond like spot. But he had never seen a body of water as big as that before. And he knew he had to check it out.
As Hemming’s grey tipped limbs hit the sand, he immediately lost his footing and tumbled, head over heels to the ground. He rolled a bit, and got the wind knocked out of him. He had never tried to walk, nevermind run, on sand before, and his hooves weren’t used to it yet. Getting shakily to his paws, shaking out the sand from his striped pelt, he looked around in embarrassment. But he was still alone so none of his family had seen his awkward wipeout. Taking his time to walk more slowly and get his footing, the pup approached the waves. The water was cool as it splashed along his limbs. As adventurous as he was, he knew better than to go swimming in water that big without his mother. He didn’t want to drown. But Hemming liked the water, and he decided to turn his stroll to walk along the waves. He wasn’t expecting to run into anyone, but when he saw the form of another near the shoreline, he picked up the pace to meet the stranger.
The male was happy to see that it was another pup and not an adult that might make him end his adventure short. When he was close enough to be within earshot, he let out an excited yip to alert her that he was there. When he was closer, he spoke up. ”Hi there! What’s your name? I’m Hemming. I’ve never been out by this water before. Do you live here?”His uniquely shaped orbs met hers, seeing that she was just like him. But to him this was normal. His plume wagged behind him as he hoped this would become his first friend.
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**Hemming**Male**Pup**Son of Siku and Helheim**Brother to Hjalmar, Valencia, and Brynjar**Violet
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