So far, Warden has really quite enjoyed chasing various small furry creatures around their home. Rabbits, chipmunks, squirrels, all of them. They looked like they should be tasty, and on the off chance he'd actually caught something... well, so far it had been a mixed bag. Squirrels were gamey, and sorta boney. Chipmunks were a little better, like furry meatballs. Rabbits? Okay, truth be told, Warden hadn't actually been fast enough to catch rabbits. Yeah, so what if he fell a little short sometimes. He had little legs!
The small boy had been napping in the den when his dad returned home. A little afternoon snoozle, if you would. Still, Mort's voice drew him from dreamland and sent the boy right into action. They were going hunting! His eyes lit up, springing to his feet, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes at the same time... and promptly getting too excited, tipping straight over. Warden crashed his way through the open door of the den, landing in a heap at his father's feet in the little clearing before the den. "I wanna go, take me!" Before he'd even righted himself all the way, Warden was ready to go. Well, at least mentally ready. He clumsily climbed to his feet, shaking the dust from his coat.
