Springtime had littered the Vale in hues of pinks, whites, and purples, petals taking flight on the wind like birds did in the cold winter months. New life and color sprang up in once darkened corners of the meadow, the cheerful chime of a pup's laughter hanging in the air as his heavy paws beat the earth. So full of energy, despite having been found near-death during that ferocious blizzard months ago... A small snarl left the young Brute's muzzle as he threw himself towards the flecks of color once more, missing his mark and landing with little grace, causing another flurry of color to billow skyward. With a small grumble, Rykkon flopped to one side, his ear sprawling flat against the dirt as large white paws grabbed at the floating pieces of flora.
Zira rarely allowed him outside the den without her constant watchful eye, but the crisp air and abundance of others out in the territory on a day like this had helped ease her seemingly always worried mind. She had gone off o