Come out, come out, where ever you are~

Sleep was nice. It was pleasant, warm. Comffffy. The boy had little qualms about spreading out, even laying on his siblings and parents if he had the chance. This was great, and he didn't really mind the crampedness of the den. At least for the moment. He didn't know about the outside so how on earth would he know any different? Currently the child was sprawled on his back, one back leg resting against some sibling or another, peacefully dreaming with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Oh he looked a sight, but the boy wasn't necessarily one concerned about making a good appearance all the time.

It wasn't his father's call that woke him, but when whomever his leg had been resting on moved that did. The boy would awake with a start, looking around in a startled manner. That was when he realized that everyone was moving, his brain immediately making the connection. They were going outside! Out where his parents went! With a howl of joy the boy would bolt around his siblings and parents, crashing into the world outside.

Cold.

The wind hit his coat, but it wasn't the chill of the air that startled him most. It was the strange white stuff that crunched under his paws, sending a shock of the temperature change so much that it made him yelp with surprise. "Cold! Cold! Cold!" The boy was prancing around, flailing around in the strange stuff as if by keeping himself moving it wouldn't make his feet cold anymore. Finally he'd lose his footing, falling onto his side just outside of the den, though he still flailed and sent flurries of snow every which way.

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'