Assuming there was still snow on the ground? WC:410It was amazing to some how confusing a pup's mind was. For a tidbit of time, they get to enjoy the sweet world that seems so innocent growing up. For Range, this was especially true. He had no idea that Gideon was not his father and that his whole life had been based off of lies. It wasn't bad, of course. They had used these fibs to make the twisted world seem more simple, and it had worked so far.
This blamelessness was what had made Range follow Saul. It had been a game, hiding behind a bush here and there to make sure he was not caught. It wasn't considered stalking at his age. For stalking only happened when you were going to eat some thing, right? These kinds of thoughts helped him avoid the voice in the back of his head that said this was wrong. He could get away with so much more since he was young, but these get-free-passes would wear away as his age uped, along with his expectations. It is safe to assume that he was aware of this, but pushed the thoughts away quickly.
He had seen Saul undress. It hadn't been very awkward through his eyes, but everything on the body of the wolves he had met seemed so much more.. Well, private when they were in their werewolf form. He didn't dare to try to creep into the house when the male entered it; aware that he was not quite an expert at following others yet. Instead, he rolled around in the fluffy powder. When he ate it, it always dissolved in his mouth before he could taste it, getting replaced by good ol' Adam's ale. Little did the pup know the cold dried him out, so he should be drinking more actual water.
He creeped along silently, following in the white tummied adult's imprints. He was blending in pretty well after being covered with the snowy fleece. But as he suspected, it began to fade little by little; leaving him with a damp, heavy coat. The pup soon got a dash to into this 'game', making sound affects that he thought would make their adventure more interesting. Each time Saul stepped down; Range made loud crashing sounds. It wouldn't take very long for him to be discovered with his ample amount of noise, and when he was, the eyes of his uncle would be met by a sweet cub smile.
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