Do you wanna build a snowman?

A yawn from the small pup's muzzle followed as his blurry sighted eyes blinked open. He gazed around the den seeing nothing but blobs of stuff. "MAFRMA?" He called out to his mother with curiosity. The first born son and general first born of Raisa wanted his mother's attention but he wasn't too sure. He attempted to stand up, his legs wobbly as he did so and his eyes held nervousness. The puppy blue eyes that would soon change to their heterochromatic selves were filled with nervousness. He hoped that some of his other siblings might also awaken so he could play with them or something. He placed one foot in front of the other, every time he wobbled with the threat of falling on his rump or on his face. It was then he felt a leg and he tripped over it. One of his siblings must have moved in their sleep.


The prince drew a breathe as he attempted to push himself up but to no avail. He ended up just laying there for a while with his legs spread apart on each end and the bottom of the snout rested upon the dirt. He wrinkled his muzzle and waited for someone to help him up. He had, at that point, given up on trying.