Summertime Fun

While a pawful of descriptors could certainly be used to describe Corvus, 'morning person' was definitely not one of them. Hearing his mom calling for him and his siblings earned a low grumble as the pup rolled over, whining dramatically. He felt Rhea rouse beside her and stomp out of the day, sounding mad before he even got a chance to look at her. What was her problem? Yawning, he finally blinked his eyes open and clambered up onto all fours and crawled from their den, blinking sleep from his eyes. "What's your pro'lem, Rhea? Someone try to poop on you or something?" He mumbled grumpily, leaning over to nudge her roughly with his nose before turning to eye their mom with a million questions glimmering in his sea-green gaze.