Heavy paws were hard on the ground, clumsy and far too large. The little dark male, still resembling his fathers colouring and not yet grown into the soft creams and whites that would lighten his coat as he grew, padded softly through the garden in the Victorian mansion that had been their home for only a few short weeks. A big grin plastered over his face as bright green eyes, different from his brothers and sister, darted after a grasshopper intent on getting away from its unwanted stalker. Every few moments the young male would give a soft whine, dark paws swiping at the grass in the garden to see if he would be able to catch the grasshopper. This time, as he removed his paw from his unsuccessful swiping, the grasshopper was nowhere the be seen. Disappointment warred on the cherubs face as he looked around, confusion dragging his dark brows down as he looked for the grasshopper. He didnt think to look at his soft padded paw to find the dead grasshopper, squished on his last swipe through the males clumsyness.


His game ruined, the male jumped back the way he'd come, whip-like tail waving high in the air. He couldnt wait for the day his tail was as luschious as Conor's or Bris's, their guardians in this new place. He hadnt seen them today but he knew they were safe, because they were adults and adults were always safe. He crept past the house however, stealth on high as he moved into the streets of Wolfville. A cry caught his attention, folded ears perking to try and catch whatever it was that had made a noise. Curiosity peaked, the young male moved forward the all the unco-ordinated clumsiness of a three month old puppy. He stumbled often although he always managed to defy gravity and stay on his paws. Green eyes were still a little weak, although they were growing in strength every day so that he could see farther. His nose was becoming accustomed only to the scents around him, but the scents of the world outside the doors of the house were enough to confuse him into believing he was along out here.


He saw a figure fall in the distance and at once, puppylike exictement kicked him into gear. Without thinking about it, he rushed forward, pudgy puppy body trying to move as fast as Conor could. His green eyes widened as he saw Ascher on the floor, on his back and looking at the clouds. A sly grin washed over his lips as he paused, before gathering his strength up and propelling himself forward. He jumped, aiming to land horizontally across Ascher's body so their bodies made a cross shape. "Wha'cha doin' on floor Sha?" He asked, still unable to pronounce his brothers full name. He went for the sound instead, a grin on his lips as he leaned over to try and tug on his brothers ears.

His body collided with his brothers, their soft puppy fur mingling until they couldnt tell where one body began and ended. His brothers breath puffed out of him and Saul heard a distinct 'oof' from Ascher that made him giggle softly. His brother was a comfy landing spot, he didnt know why he hadnt used his youngest brother as a landing pad before. As the youngest male, but only the second youngest out of the group, Saul still felt the need to protect him. Shiloh was the youngest of them all and she was the most fragile. Fragile in a prissy way. Saul allowed a grin to roll off his lips as he looked back at Ascher, his brothers paw connecting with his shoulder and managing to push him a few inches lower on his brothers body. Ascher answer his question with a rather boring response, but Saul didnt care all that much.


"You'se hurt yurself?"


He questioned quickly. Out of all four of them, the eldest was the worst worrier. He felt responsible for all his siblings and often took the lead in the games they played. Ascher seemed fine, but he had to ask anyway. Asch's voice came again and Saul launched himself back to try and catch his brothers ear and tug it. As he did so, Ascher gave a mighty heave and Saul flopped onto his back with the same 'oof' Asch had given only a few moments. Squirming to try and get a level ground, Saul paused as his brother told him to look up, waving a forepaw in the air. Green eyes widened as he looked at the clouds, despite the fact that he had no idea what they were.


"Wow... Asch lookit!"


He exclaimed, even though his chocolate pelted brother had pointed it out further. Admitting he had no idea what they were was no question. He didnt know what they were, but Ascher didnt know what they were either. He glanced back at his brother, blue eyes to green. "I'sa dwagon breaf" He whispered, imparting great knowledge unto his younger sibling and nodding satisfied to himself. Ascher now knew what they were, which put the young males mind at ease.