OOC: Here, have an annoying little angel
"BRAT," he parroted into his sister's ear. "I want to go outside! Can we go to daddy's den?" Daddy's den was a mythical thing--something he'd only ever heard of but never seen. It was right up there with packmates on the list of things he wasn't convinced were real. His daddy didn't stay in his den all the time, sometimes he was outside the family den and other times he slept in the tunnel. When he did that Angel liked to snuggle up to him, that way he could peek over him while he slept and look outside.
His mom lead the way, stepping into the sunlight and then turning back to coax them out. Angel was quick to follow. As soon as all four paws were beyond the shadow of the den mouth, he stood up big and tall and announced his presence loudly so that all the outside things could admire him. "Here I am!" Now what? That was a good question--the first of many. "Now what? Can we play a game? What's that?" He pointed to a tree. "What's that?" He pointed to a rock. "Where's Daddy? Now that I'm outside do you think he'll let me patrol too?" He knew what patrolling was--it was the thing that made his dad get up really, really early and stay gone a long, long time. But really, he was asking the wrong parent. "Momma, can I patrol with Daddy?"
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