Games!

A groan came from the older boy, and he rolled over, burrowing his head in his paws. IT was futile, though, as both of his others not only stepped on him, but also sung in his - and Zephyra's - ear. The boy groggily lifted his head, blinking sleep blurred eyes. A paw lifted to wipe those eyes, and he'd blink rapidly as his eyes focused on the two adult wolves, his mother and uncle. "Mum, Uncle Spencer..." his voice trailed as of he just sort of mumbled, no where even close to waking up completely. He dragged himself to the two and flopped down; he was not ready to be bouncing around quite yet. He shook his head, sniffing Spencer. "You smell like meat," he muttered, low enough that likely only his mother and uncle heard. As if on instinct, the pup rose up, nosing poking at the corner of Spencer's mouth. He had only done this with his mother before, and the other pups were not quite ready for it, well, at the time - being a few weeks older, he had that advantage. This time, though, he was way too groggy. Plus, his siblings had started to eat more than just milk, though they were more interested in it than he. He most certainly wasn't that interested in milk anymore, though, not after that fresh rabbit he had not too long ago. Glacier, the giant's name was, he had fed it to little Ren, the softest bits and still warm - and delicious. In fact, his mouth salivated at the thought.

ooc. Note, the poking the nose in the corner of the mouth is a signal for the adult to regurgitate food from a special pouch they have for pups to eat. I'm assuming the pups are still only about a few weeks old.