Golden Glade Words Unspoken

It was not the sound that woke the tiny Pryor, but in fact the lack thereof. He'd adapted to his loud-mouthed siblings -- while being loud right alongside them -- and learned to drone it all out. 

His scarlet eyes fluttered open to see Eden's butt. 

More specifically, the Barontess' rear as she slipped from the cave. Silent, the boy scrambled to his paws, shaking his pelt out, and bounding after his siblings. With luck, he would push and shove all three --okay, maybe he was careful to avoid Rose, who was by far his favorite of the three -- out of the way in order to get out of the den first. 

Whoo! Late to the party and still fuckin shit up B)