Little Hvare stumbled over his own feet he was still getting used to everything. He had first laid his eyes on the strange world only a few weeks ago. He still struggled with getting used to the simple tasks of being a cub such as walking, and talking.

He hadn’t met much of his family yet but he had been informed that they were quite big. That meant he always seemed to have others around him. They always seemed to be teaching him and wanting him to learn.

Hvare didn’t care for learning though he just wanted to play. He would have to understand that listening is keen in all but a few years.

When he first was born, and awake enough to understand he was told many things, many rules. He didn’t remember most of them but the big rule was he couldn’t leave to south house because he was too small. It didn’t bug him the area of the south house was big enough for a small cub to explore.

Polette