It had been a quiet day. Acheron had spent most of it chewing on a small bone that he'd managed to sneak away from the remnants of the pack's last meal, hidden from sight in a small rock alcove of their close-walled den. He had left once to try to grab a new bone- a bad idea- one of his brothers nipped at him and sent him running. Unsurprised, Acheron shook it off and padded toward the mouth of the small cave as if he had meant to go that way all along. He sat there for some time, watching the wind move through the trees and picking bits of dirt out of his fur. It was cold, but not much colder than it was inside. Bored, he crept over to their ancient keeper and pawed at his tail. The old one grunted.
"Can I go down to the pond?" Acheron paused. "I think I grew bigger in my sleep." He added, somewhat defensively. The ragged pile