11-17-2009, 04:41 PM
Not sure how many months old exactly, but I think that he sort of snuck out/he isn't old enough to be left alone himself, he just evaded his mother's notice for a while =P
Snuff snuff snuff. The puppy sniffed around beneath the evergreens, nosing through the carpet of needles, snorting every time he got poked. He knew he should be more careful, but he was on the trail; he was too eager to find out what he was tracking to slow down. That stopped though when he got a funny tickle in the back of his nose, and sat down on his haunches just in time to let out a loud (if squeaky) sneeze. He got up to resume, but then plopped back down and sneezed again. He shook his head with a befuddled expression, before tentatively rising again. He couldn't find what he was looking for until he stopped. Not that he knew what he was looking for...he had never smelled it before, and he wanted to find out what the trail belonged to.
He might have spent the day in a different way, but the snowfall was heavy. He'd been upset and thought he'd have to spend the entire day in the den with his brother and sister, but he had waded successfully out through the snow far enough to find the beginning of the pine woods. Once there, he had discovered that the underbrush was still clear enough of snow to play in. If his brother Skirnir had been brave enough to come with him, they might have played under here. As it was, he had to find something to do himself, and tracking was a fun thing to do; it was just one step short of hunting! Soon he'd be big enough to hunt, he was confident. He was bigger than either of his other siblings, and braver than either of them, too. It didn't occur to him that the two things might be related.
Sticking his nose back in amongst the needles, the little beige-yellow puppy began snuffing again, intent on pursuing the smell further. Even without an idea of what the thing was, he knew that it would be interesting once he found it. The den was too small and had no interesting smells. For a while, at least, the new sights and smells of the outside would be more appealing than the familiar warmth of his siblings and mother.
Snuff snuff snuff. The puppy sniffed around beneath the evergreens, nosing through the carpet of needles, snorting every time he got poked. He knew he should be more careful, but he was on the trail; he was too eager to find out what he was tracking to slow down. That stopped though when he got a funny tickle in the back of his nose, and sat down on his haunches just in time to let out a loud (if squeaky) sneeze. He got up to resume, but then plopped back down and sneezed again. He shook his head with a befuddled expression, before tentatively rising again. He couldn't find what he was looking for until he stopped. Not that he knew what he was looking for...he had never smelled it before, and he wanted to find out what the trail belonged to.
He might have spent the day in a different way, but the snowfall was heavy. He'd been upset and thought he'd have to spend the entire day in the den with his brother and sister, but he had waded successfully out through the snow far enough to find the beginning of the pine woods. Once there, he had discovered that the underbrush was still clear enough of snow to play in. If his brother Skirnir had been brave enough to come with him, they might have played under here. As it was, he had to find something to do himself, and tracking was a fun thing to do; it was just one step short of hunting! Soon he'd be big enough to hunt, he was confident. He was bigger than either of his other siblings, and braver than either of them, too. It didn't occur to him that the two things might be related.
Sticking his nose back in amongst the needles, the little beige-yellow puppy began snuffing again, intent on pursuing the smell further. Even without an idea of what the thing was, he knew that it would be interesting once he found it. The den was too small and had no interesting smells. For a while, at least, the new sights and smells of the outside would be more appealing than the familiar warmth of his siblings and mother.