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Morning. It was when the light shined through the window, and when everyone began to stir in the fur lined bed that Momma had made. Paws would hit his face, bodies wiggle around him and tickle his nose and make him sneeze. He slept at his mother’s stomach, against the soft pelt that lined it, blue eyes closed tight to keep the emptiness of the dark room from filling his thoughts with pretend monsters. That was all they were; simply pretend. But now his dark eyelid cracked, blinking once and then twice. His eyes were bright and vivid against the dark markings of his face, clear in an instant and with no lingering sleep hidden under the lashes. But, the light had come through, and no one moved. The large male lifted his head slowly, not wanting to push any of the other bodies around that were tucked in beside their mother.


He waited, and waited for what felt like forever and ever. His legs grew tense, and the young pup was forced to look for a way out of his small curled position. His lips pursed together, brows notched and pushed to the center of his face, thinking greatly on how to move away without making much of a fuss. It was important not to create a scene, to not make them angry and wake them up so unexpectedly. His thoughts ticked away methodically, though slowly and simply as his young brain examined each one. He stretched a leg, then another, then rolled to his side, then pulled his tail from underneath someone. And then with a wide roll onto his other side he craned his neck to see the rest of his litter and their maker resting peacefully.


He looked up at the window, the light wasn’t as bright as he had thought, the sun not even sitting above the window sill yet. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at the bundle of wolf and pup and wondered how he would enter it once again without making a sound. But there was a noise, a clicking that could be heard beyond the window. Chipping and chirping and made his brown ears swivel and swerve. It was something, a melody of voices that might have been what woke him in the first place.


Curiosity riddled him, making the fur on his back rise, making him look to the door and wish he was outside to see who it was that spoke to him. They sounded small, innocent as he was and nothing to be scared of. Whistles, whirling together like a song that he knew not yet how to sing. What were they talking about? He sat on his rump, tail twitching and his excitement evident in his bright eyes and the front paws that moved up and down as if they wished they were running. Mother was sleeping, and he couldn’t disturb her. A throaty chortle brought his eyes back to the window, the shadow of a figure whirled past the glass.

Enough.


The hall was empty, though the shadows in the corners were long and dark. He walked with tentative steps, hoping not to make and sound and listening for any that might make him turn away and rush back to the safety of his room. But there was nothing, and he wasn’t able to hear the voices that had sang just outside his window. It made him uneasy, and the large pup scurried to the front door, taking a new approach and hoping that speed with keep him from being noticed. Dark nose touched the wood; he had made it! Triumphant the masked boy looked up at the handle that he had seen be pushed to unlock the large door. It was so far up, his excitement was lost. Ears flattened, a frown set deep in his features.


In the beyond he could hear them singing, bright in each chirp and whistle. Again he sat, as if to ask permission to go outside and greet those that had woken him. Looking up the handle he leaned on his back legs, one paws taking an effortless whack at the teasing hardware. Of course he missed, he wasn’t quite good at anything he had tried to accomplish in his short life. He felt the beginnings of a rumbling growl, but stifled it so that no one would catch him outside of his room. Though, the others had ventures off at time, no? So couldn’t he? Still not wanting to be caught he kept quiet and leaned against the door, stretching as far as he could go, one paw reaching. His toes were extended, touching the metal briefly, and then with a serious but not properly thought out push of his big back end he reached, reached, reached for it.


A bundle of puppy fell to the floor, groaning at the effort and the strain. But when he inhaled he could smell the air of the outside world, the sounds that had called to him louder now, clear voices no longer hidden behind glass and wood. He stood, looking around the cracked door and seeing the dim light of the dawning day. Hesitantly, and with steps that were placed with extra care he walked out into the wilds beyond the Dreamer’s door.








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