Restlessness, as well as unease at the place they had chosen to call home, had brought Emery to his mother's den that morning. It had been some time since reuniting with her, much to his relief, but he was tired of the cold, and the danger that this place offered. Besides that, he wanted to spend more time with his mother. He was finally a year old, at his adult size now, though he hardly felt like an adult. He hadn't learned anything as far as fighting went, though over time, through trial and error, he had learned how to hunt small game. He would pad up to the den, catching Knight's scent lingering around it. That was natural to the male. Knight had been caring for his mother since they were young.
For a moment the brute would stand outside of his mother's den with his ears lowered a bit, almost feeling bad about asking her to spend time with him. He didn't know why... but he knew he missed the earlier days of his puppyhood when he could be with her. His earliest memory was of himself giving his mother a flower -- their first outing from the den. A soft whine would escape him before he could help it, and softly Emery would call to the femme within the den. "Hey mom? Are you sleeping?" If she was he'd find something else to occupy his time until he could spend some with her.
