Trotting along the pine needles crunch even under his soft, almost weightless body. Coned ears flicker back and forth to all the distinct sounds around them. Though still the forest held secrets behind each tree. He notices some lay along the ground. Almost more than what remained towering above them. He can't help but look about even as his mother now speaks of their home. Taiga was it's name and she inquires on his thoughts. I like it, he offers enthusiastically. A lope now finding his limbs.
There was so much to hear and see but he finds his leathery nose trailing along the ground. The smells here filled his curious mind with wonder. The musty scent of decomposing vegatation, a refreshing hint of water vapor caught in the breeze-less air. Then there was a smell that caused him to stop. Sniffing for it's direction before turning off the path they had been set on. Mother, what's that smell? Unaware that she probably couldn't make out the faint hint of sweetness near.
Following his nose the scent brings him under a fallen tree. He claws at the ground to make a space large enough for him to slip through. Burying his head into the hole he finds the source. A fallen bee hive, abandoned but filled with a sugary liquid. Gripping it gently he pulls it to the other side of the redwood corpse. Eagerly his claws rip into the paper like comb. Exposing the golden honey tucked inside. A bit gets stuck on his dark purple nose. Licking it off then devouring his fill of the nectar. Want some mom? It's good!
C Y R U S
The Spirit Wolf
@[Cassady]