Hemlocke did not quite understand the cold. It was an odd sensation, but it was one he did not mind very much. It sometimes even got to the point of numbness, a sort of nothingness if he so allowed it to in his paws. He was fascinated by it, but his mother never let him go to far with it. Disappointing.

But today is a cold day.

Today was a freezing day.

Today Hemlocke went out into the cold. He felt the rush of wind on his red-touched fur. It fluffed him up as his paw carried him to…well, no where in particular. He was simply exploring.

The youth had the desire to see, to smell, and to experience.

Being hidden away was getting rather boring. He sniffs long stems. He stares at the sun. He continues forward. He hears then growls…yips. His head lifts, ears rotating towards the source. It was not brothers. It was someone new.

Hemolocke moves with a sly rhythm, leaving marks in the cold ground where it ends up going. His brothers would know where he went, if they so desired to know. He never hid such a thing from them. Molten eyes carefully look at the surroundings, but he sees no wolf the sounds come from. Frustrated, he tastes the wind, a single paw in the air as he does so. Direction is given to him, and eyes then see an odd sight.

Someone’s behind was wiggly halfway in a hole. He moved forward with a grin seeing the other puppy struggle, and he simply sits next to her, staring at the odd sight.

”Stuck,” he states bluntly, head tilting as he…asks the question? Makes a statement? One can’t be too sure.