Sel cleaned his paws thoroughly, making sure there wasn't even a scrap of meat or drop of blood on them. There was no way he was going to be delayed this morning by not passing one of mom's inspections. Today he was going to climb to the very top of the cliff above their den. Not the little cliff, the big one.
It wasn't that he had a death wish, far from it. It was because he just knew if he got up there, that there was a story just waiting for him. Not the simple ones he'd been telling his siblings to make them laugh, or scare the tail off them. No there was a real one up there, just waiting to be told. SO that was where he was headed. He had to start early, or he wouldn't be back by night fall, and THAT would be a disaster He thought mom was bad...dad would be way worse.
Once the cub passed morning hygiene, he wasted no time in bolting out the den and down the trail, tail high.
