I Like It Better With You

The boy would yawn as he opened his eyes, blinking the optics open. It was morning, but barely so. The time of day that they called sunrise. He would rise, his fur fluffing out some as he emerged from the den, laying his smoke green gaze upon the world. It was pretty, the golden light touching everything. Kind of like the color of honey had been sprinkled over every object. He would grin a bit, glancing back at the den. His parents and sisters were asleep, or at least he thought, and he wanted to explore a bit. It was only when his sisters weren?t with him that he allowed himself a moment of happiness.

Paws would leave him over to a small, rotting stump near the den. He would circle around it, his tail swishing back and forth as he sniffed the ground. Something had been here! What was it though? It was a weird scent. The boy was about to get a better wiff when he tripped over his own paws, tumbling through the grass and landing on his back. ?Oof!? Eyes would slowly open and Naoise would look around. Had anyone else seen that? He hoped not.