Fawn

Fawn blinks awake, he's laying alone in a soft bed of moss. He'd felt his mother come and go when his eyes were not yet open, he was so eager to see her. Sometimes she would whisper to him stories to help him sleep. Yet now.. she was nowhere to be found. He takes a few delicate steps forwards, peeking his head out of the nursery. He nearly jumps at a voice at his side. It was Dove, his friend of whom had also showed up to spend time with Fawn often. Dove let Fawn play with his feathers and such, acting as a father figure at times.
"Dove?" The pup asked, tilting his head.
"Hmm?" The feathery wolf responded, sitting down and observing the pup's newly opened eyes.
"Where's mama?"
Dove went silent, before then giving the pup a soft pat on the head with his paw. "She'll be back soon." He reassured the young wolf pup, wondering how such a color fur coat as Fawn's came from his mother's completely black fur. Both in appearance and personality, Fawn was completely different from his mom. Dove tilted his head, about to speak once more but he was interrupted by pawsteps.
"Dove…" Raven passed the white wolf with a single glance, seemingly uninterested. Instead, she approached the pup.
"Mama!" Fawn grinned, running up and nuzzling into Raven's legs. "Your fur is so pretty!" He happily exclaimed, his eyes bright. Raven stared down at her pup, her gaze nearly emotionless.
She gave a huff, then turned away. "Dove, train him."