No sleep, only play!

Like any small child, Rogue was a sucker for a good story! He was enthralled by the tales of his sire and dam in particular though, so any chance he got to hear about the adventures and experiences they'd had, he was eager to snatch them up—even if it came at the cost of being forced into a mandatory nap. Already his mind was abuzz with what potential excitement his mother would surprise him with as he left the option up to dealer's choice. Would it be some epic battle that she'd fought in? Perhaps some grand adventure that took her to faraway lands? Maybe a time she'd faced off against a deadly predator? The possibilities were limitless, especially since his mother was the bravest, most formidable wolf in the world! What Venom decided on for tonight's story made the pup's amethyst eyes go wide with wonder and his mouth fall open in a small surprised O shape. He'd heard of the volcano eruption in passing from other wolves, but never more than just the mere mention of the event.

"No, only that it happened," he replied in the brief interlude that Venom gave him to respond. The details were unknown to him, though it seemed they wouldn't remain that way for long. Venom gave a brief description of the horrors of that day in a hushed whisper so as not to wake his siblings. Rogue was transfixed on her, hanging on her every word with eyes as wide as saucers. He nestled further into his mother's fur, the boy's vivid imagination running wild as it tried to manifest the images his mother painted in his mind. "What happened, Mom? How did you and everyone else survive? Where was Dad?" He had to know everything!

"Rogue Klein"