A yawn would work it way over her features as the dainty girl would awaken from her slumber, three tiny pups curled perfectly at her side as she found herself awake. Dark eyes would brush over the recently weaned children, each one only having tasted their first bit of meat within the last could of weeks. They would no longer have to rely so fully upon her for their nourishment and she would finally see a chance to start escaping them. First though, she needed to take them outside. That's all she had heard over the past three days had been asking when they would be allowed to roam outside the den. It seemed today would be as perfect as any. She was curled into Soliloquy's belly, his warmth and protection offered throughout the night as she stretched out her limbs slightly intending on disturbing her little babies and their sleeping father.  "Speech"

Life was back to normal. OK it was still far from normal given the fact that he was sharing a den with the kids as well, but at least Soliloquy was out of the dog house. For the most the children were content to simply curl up against Isolde, no disturbance to his own sleep but every now and then he found himself waking from some pest who had decided it was in fact playtime. As the man he had far more of an opportunity to escape, they didn't need him nearly as much as they required Isolde honestly he had no idea how she coped, he still couldn't wait to find some sort of freedom. The movement at his side would indeed disturb the man from his slumber. Initially he groaned, believing that it was one of the three little furballs waking at some ungodly hour. Of course however the morning sun was streaming in through the den and it was in fact Isolde who had woken him. The little minions so far were far from making life easier, tiring him out more than normal it seemed. When were they meant to start improving and becoming fun? "Morning." He greeted, a yawn swiftly following. "Do you have to wake them?" It came slightly quieter though it was probably too late to convince her to let them rest. It was more his own rest he was after though truthfully.

The stretching and curling woke the little demon up, green eyes snapping open wide as his mothers legs stirred against him. His brother and sister were both still asleep, but with a coy smile, he knew it wouldn't last long. He heard his dad say something about waking them up, and quickly rising his head he tossed the grin at his father. Oh yes, they were waking up and they were getting out of this stupid den! Sucking in a deep breath, keeping his eyes on his father, Caesar let out a loud yowl. Jumping to his paws he pressed his weight on to Colette's tail, and then ambled his way around to his brother, stepping on his tail as well. "Get up lusers, we goin' outside!" he called, his chocolate brown tail wagging as he happily trotted towards the mouth of the den. No more being stuffed in this tiny little place, he wanted to explore! "Speech"

She liked sleep quite a bit, those times in dreamland were the times she was most quiet. Though when awake Caesar really brought the competition on loud. The girl would barely stir as her mother started moving around, her ears quite deaf to the world as sleep kept its hold upon her. Though anger would surge through her as the sound of her spotted brother's loud call would cause her to wake up and grit her teeth. A loud cry that turned into a rather loud whine would leave her lips as she jumped up from the pain in her tail. Tears would spring to her eyes as she brought out the theatrics, wailing as Caesar jumped to the front of the den. "Momma!" She would scream, "Cae' stepped on my tail!" She would rush to her mother's paws, crying loudly in protest, begging for her brother to be punished. "Speech"

Shakespeare had indeed awoken. Snuggled up against his mother he had rather quickly been disturbed in her initial movements though he had remained still, hoping that perhaps he could avoid any sort of trouble. Colette was the first to be the victim of Caesar's bullying, a stamp to her little tail which of course provoked noise from her. If the boy wasn't awake yet he certainly was now though it wouldn't save him from his brother anyway, his tail too receiving the same treatment as Colette's. A small scowl of disapproval to both the actions of Caesar and his name calling would be all that demonstrated his annoyance. He wouldn't cry to his mother, certainly not his father but he wouldn't give either sibling any attention. Instead yellow eyes would glance up towards his mother, silently seeking confirmation that any part of Caesar's words had been true. Would they be going outside? A chance to take a break from his siblings perhaps, wide open space to get away from Caesar's aggression and Colette's noise. Shakespeare was certainly the calmest of his siblings it seemed.

Normal was something she wasn't sure they would ever get back to, while Soliloquy got off rather easily when it came to their babies Isolde was usually the go to parents when it came to disputes, play, or cuddles. They seemed to learn rather quick that dad didn't always tolerate their actions. She would nuzzle the man softly, smiling at his request, but the plan had already been set in motion and their babies were quite awake as Caesar would point out so well with his voice.   She would be startled from her affections as he cried out, dark chocolate eyes would fall to the boy as he stomped on his sibling's tails. Ears would fall to her head as she went to voice her displeasure in his actions Colette would scream. One thing she'd been trying to avoid. It seemed a daily plight to calm the wronged child. The tiny spotted girl would run to her paws as Caesar fled their presence. She would sigh softly, looking to Soliloquy, "Caesar, behave or your father wont be letting you go outside." She'd gotten into the habit of using Soiloquy as her enforcer, they didn't always listen to her but dad was much more menacing. She would comfort Colette, and her bent out of shape tail before moving to nuzzle her good child, Shakespeare. He was often forgotten under the drama of his other siblings, but for his quiet approach to life she found she adored him. Nudging Colette from her paws she would finally stand, shaking a bit of the dirt from her pelt her eyes would once more find Soliloquy, he could lead them out and decide if Caesar got to go or not. "Speech"

It was probably wrong to have a favourite out of the children though as the den began to wake to be honest the man certainly felt that Shakespeare was the best of the three. They didn't have much to do for now of course, though the largest of the pups did as he was told and didn't cause disturbances. Caesar would demonstrate his marvellous ability to stir up trouble now, his rough awakening of his siblings of course provoking that irritating squealing from Colette and dearest daddy would grow oh so annoyed by it all. He had no qualms with being the enforcer and now would set to work on his job. Lifting himself from Isolde's side eyes would stare down at the fawn marked pup, a warning glare that it was best not to test that theory. Though he of course wanted the little pains out of the den, if they wanted it too and it'd be a big punishment for them to stay then Caesar would stay if he pushed his luck too much. Slowly he would move his gaze from his son and move to the entrance, leading the way for the kids to finally leave the den. Hopefully there would be no reason for punishments this morning. It was too early to deal with their dramas.

Of course his rough awakening had caused Colette to scream, she was always soooo loud! Shakespeare was his silent self, eying him down instead of their sister who put on the act. Rolling his green eyes he just trotted towards the entrance of the den. He felt his fathers eyes bore into him and he turned around, sticking out his salmon hued tongue at the taller man. He didn't care if they would make him inside, he would just walk out anyways. He didn't care too much for rules. But Soliloquy walked out of the den, and the fawn coloured boy darted passed him, and right into some cold stuff. The boy gasped, leaping into the air and away from the white stuff. "What da... Its so cold!" he hollered, looking around at it. Bending down, Caesar sniffed at the snow. He snorted as it stung the inside of his nostrils, head shaking back and forth. Whatever this stuff was, it was strange... Caesar lifted one paw after the other, shaking them to rid the cold from it. Each step he took he lifted the paw and shook it, trying to get used to it. He didn't know if he liked it, but at least he was outside! Looking around for his siblings, he grinned and scooped a pawful of the white stuff, and tossed it in the general direction of Colette. He liked to pick on her, because her reactions were always so grand. Shakespeare was no fun to bother, because he was so silent. He liked the reaction, to get the rise out of her. ""

She would only run past her quiet brother as she squealed about Caesar's actions. He shouldn't be allowed to go outside! Stepping on their tails was not nice! She would bury herself in her mother's fur, not able to see the look that daddy had given to him, or the reaction of Caesar. Only that her mother was now standing. She would be removed from her perch as Isolde stood, and she would pout unhappily, tears still streaming down her eyes. Her mother would pick her up dutifully, easily following Soliloquy outside. Before she was even set down though she would be hit by some very cold snow. Screaming yet again she would get placed on the floor, her mother seeming awful angry as she stepped over the spotted girl. Her tears would dry up slightly as she watched what would lay in store for her troublesome brother. "Speech"

Though there was certainly no hope of going back to sleep, nor did he want to with this new promise of going outside, purely to avoid the chaos that his siblings were causing, Shakespeare remained close to his mother's side. His quietness would earn him an affectionate nuzzle and he'd return the gesture before Colette was nudged on her way and unbeknownst the boy his brother was perhaps causing yet more trouble for himself. One pup charged out, the other was set down and Shakespeare followed close behind his mother, finding as he set foot on the white stuff that Caesar wasn't lying when he declared it was cold. It was sort of wet as well and hardly the most pleasant of experiences, delicate little paws used to the dry warmth of the den. As the incoming snow was fired towards Colette, Shakespeare would frown, a small shower of it sent his was too by the lack of careful aim from Caesar. Of course though no screams or cries would leave the quiet boy, nor would he even look to either of his parents in hope that the other would be punished. On he continued in his quiet manner, moving a little further out of his brother and sister's way to avoid getting caught in their bickering. There was so much space, would he ever find himself stuck in the middle of it again?

Soliloquy wouldn't say a word to Caesar as the pup tumbled out of the den with his tongue protruding quite rudely from his lips. "Caesar that's not nice!" She would scold as she looked to Soliloquy to do something about his son. SHe would sigh, picking Colette up by her pale scruff before following after, Shakespeare on her heels. She wouldn't make it out very far when she and Colette would be sprayed by the snow, a sudden low growl would boil up from her chest as she placed her tiny daughter on the ground, dark eyes only focusing on Caesar. She would leap at him, hungry paws would grasp at the earth as she leapt at the boy, wanting to tackle him to the ground and trap him against her belly as they went tumbling. "Speech"

Caesar may have found fun in this so called game of life though Soliloquy certainly could see nothing entertaining or remotely funny about any of this. Certainly not Caesar himself anyway, the disrespectful little shit. The rude display of sticking his tongue out certainly left him tempted to punish in some form or another, though already he was rushing out of the den, and Soliloquy would simply find himself entertained as the snow was suddenly underneath the boy's paws the cold shocking him."Don't snort the snow." He warned, a moment too late. Caesar would unfortunately get over the cold and snow up his nose far too quickly and already would set about causing trouble. A small growl begun to rumble in his throat though before he could grab the kid and toss him back inside the den, Isolde had already leapt into action, suddenly lunging at him. The surprise action would halt Soliloquy in his own plan and he'd fall silent again now, watching as the angry mother dealt with their son. Apparently she'd had quite enough of him already today.

The boy wasn't paying attention, after tossing the snow at his sister he didn't care anymore. He heard a small growl from his father, but ignored it. That was until a shadow loomed over him, his mother flying across the snow and tucking him to her belly. They went flying through the snow, and instead of being scared he let out a wild giggle. Green eyes flew wide open as the came to a stop, and he glanced up at Isolde. "That was fun! Can we do that again?" he asked, another laugh coming from his maw. He didn't have any idea that he was tackled to get in trouble, he thought that it was a bunch of fun! He wanted to go tumbling like that again! Caesar wiggled to try to get out of his mothers grasp, but she was holding on to him pretty tight. "Lemme go!" he called again, trying hard not to laugh as he fixed her with a hard stare. It didn't last long though, his brown face cracked open in a wide grin. Being outside was fun, they should have come out more often.

She would watch awestruck as Mommy leaped over her and towards Caesar, she would be locked in as parent and child tumbled over the snow. As mother would become obsessed over son she would feel herself shrink a little at her father's growl. She didn't have any idea how Caesar could not be afraid of their father. He was so big and scary when they needed punished. The spotted girl would find herself scooting closer to Speare even as he tiptoed away from her. She didn't want to be near when caesar got punished this time. Obviously their mother was not a very good disciplinarian. She just wanted to see caesar cry for once, since he was always doing that to her. "Speech"

Their mother had evidently had quite enough of Caesar's behaviour as well. Bright eyes would suddenly catch sight of Isolde leaping across to reach the child and Shakespeare found himself so stunned by the action he was momentarily frozen to the spot, only half aware of the fact that Colette was now following him. He was torn between hurrying away from the scene or remaining to see what happened next. As Caesar began to laugh however, something that was sure to only infuriate their parents even more Shakespeare found he had made up his mind pretty sharply. He was moving once more, continuing away from the family of course he had no idea quite where he was really going though he certainly didn't want any involvement in the chaotic developments that had suddenly taken place outside the den in the space of a few short moments.

The punishment hadn't really been tackling him, no that was still to come. Her son seemed to enjoy the ride though and would giggle and laugh exuberantly. Had she not already been so frustrated with him she might have enjoyed the little tumble, but his behavior was beyond unacceptable. He was cute, but not cute enough to excuse his actions. Of course he would struggle in vain, she would indeed let him go from her belly but not before seeking purchase on his dark scruff. She'd hold tightly, not enough to break the skin but he'd surely feel a good amount of pain if he squirmed, and the spotted woman would lift herself from the snow. Growling again slightly her dainty paws would carry herself and her small son to where Soliloquy stood. She didn't truth him to not run away so he would not be placed back on the ground again as she offered him to his father. When he was removed from her mouth she'd say, "I'll leave punishment to you, Sol." before turning back to the other two. "You two can come have fun with me," Surely after seeing the special treatment his siblings got for being good he would at least try and do the same. "For being so good we're going to do something super special." "Speech"

Of course what was meant to be a shock to the system, a hint that he damn well behaved would be nothing but fun to the little git. What on earth had happened, why had he and Isolde ended up with such pains for kids. Sure they were hardly going to be the most functional family on the planet but surely they deserved better offspring than this? Isolde would give up on what Caesar was perceiving to be a game. Wasting no time, Soliloquy would march straight over to the boy to try grasp him by the scruff, perhaps a little too roughly. He'd had enough though and wouldn't mind at all in letting the other two go off an have some fun. His only problem was simply that he couldn't escape Caesar.

Caesar was picked up by his scruff and placed at his fathers paws. Hard green eyes looked up at him, narrowing as Sol picked him up by the scruff. His fathers teeth broke the surface, but instead of whining he let out a low growl. How dare he hurt him!? He was a mean, big old fart face. Isolde said that she was going take the other pups out for some fun time, and he just rolled his eyes. Whatever, he didn't even care about that! "Have fun on your stupid 'something special'," he grumbled, still hanging from his fathers teeth. He spun in slow little half circles, his toes tingling from being held up so high. "Looks like you're stuck with me," he said smartly, shooting his tiny narrowed eyes at the large white man. He wasn't scared of him, he could do whatever he wanted to him and Caesar wouldn't give a poop. Like he even had the guts to go and hurt him, cause then he would go and tell on him. Tell who... he didn't really know at the moment but he would figure it out.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

Oh she was so excited watching how angry her parents were getting at Caesar! She would follow after Speare, probably to his disappointment, but she didn't want to be anywhere near her father or brother. Their mother would then turn to her and Shakespeare, her expression completely different as well as her words. They had been pretty good hadn't they? Colette wasn't likely to scream if she was enjoying her time, and with this.. super special thing. Finding she no longer cared about Caesar or his punishment her tiny little form would bounce around her mother's legs excitedly. "What are we gonna do mom?" the tiny spotted thing would ask, her voice far from the shrill upset vocals she displayed earlier. "Speech"

Clearly neither parent was pleased with Caesar now and Isolde would give up, handing him over to Soliloquy to deal with. Shakespeare certainly didn't envy his brother's position at all, but then Caesar had gotten himself into this mess, now roughly picked up by their father to be carted off for some sort of punishment meanwhile he and Colette were apparently to be rewarded with something special. Ears would perk at the words, gaze switching back to his mother as he wondered what on earth they would be doing? They had already stepped outside for the first time and now apparently would be without Caesar for a little while, things were already looking rather special in Shakespeare's mind, apparently he was rather easily pleased at the moment; the innocence of youth and the good child.