the rest of our lives

The arrival of his father awoke the young Quintus Nero Adravendi-Mathias, and yet he did not stir. Instead, he curled himself tighter around his mother, feigning sleep. Only as his mother placed a kiss on his head did he slowly allow one of his lids to open, ever so slightly, to glance at his siblings.

The prospect of exploring was kinda exciting, but not nearly as awesome as his sister seemed to think. He was more than content to lay here and bask in the early morning sunlight, which was perhaps a precursor to the kind of wolf he would grow to be. However, both of his eyes shot open as Amalia grabbed hold of one of his ears and tugged. It didn't hurt, but he yelped softly as though it did. "Ouch!" he said somewhat grumpily, wriggling away from her dramatically, as though she might strike again. "Why you do that, Ama?" Quintus whined indignantly. He was not always like this around his siblings -- truthfully he loved them -- but he was having a puppy temper tantrum at being woken up before he was ready. It would likely be over in minutes. He ignore the fact that they were to go outside, too sleepy to think of exploring right yet.