in the dark of the night

Áskell stirred at the sound of a great-horned owl hooting in the distance. He snuggled deeper into his father's side then wrinkled his brow at how tightly his brother was wrapped around him. It was hot and he fidgeted. Yea, this wasn't going to work. He wiggled his way carefully out of his brother's grasp and away from his father's side. He took a deep breath of the dark night air and sighed at how much better it felt not being smothered in fur on such a warm night. They were only staying for the night so his dad hadn't bothered to dig a den.

He decided to go for a little walk, not far. Áskell enjoyed the spookiness and thrill of the night. The wind rustled the thicket grasses, sounding almost light a hiss. His ears flicked forward as he heard movement somewhere in the distance. It didn't sound terribly big. Puffing himself up he bounded forward. "Who goes there?"