"LAST ONE OUT IS A ROTTEN EGG," he shouted as he beelined it out of the den.
Their father had just told them that they could finally go outside, finally have plenty of room to play. He was back until his next patrol so he wanted to watch the pups as their mother took a much needed break. The big pawed boy flew out of the den, into the large area under their willow. It's long leaves shading the area and acting like a vary large natural curtain. He was the first one out and the first one to flop onto his back and roll in the cool grass outside, so happy to just have room to run and play. Itching his back in the grass briefly before he rolled to his feet and turned towards the entrance of the den to playfully launch himself at the first sibling he saw.
He wanted to rumble, tumble, and play fight like there was no tomorrow. It was getting to crammed in the den to be able to do this and he hoped his first victim of rough housing was his brother. He was so full of energy that he needed to get it out he was unable to sit still all morning.
