Redhawk Caldera Dark side of the moon

The tell-tale sound of puppy paws roused Phox, but only just barely, from his sleep. He often slept during the day, preferring to save his nights for skywatching and hunting, when the little critters were more active. Clover, it seemed, had other ideas, and Phox yawned himself awake.

She was waving a stick around him, and he watched as she did so, though Phox made no move to actually take it away from her. Instead, he watched, bemused and wondering if he'd acted so silly as a child. (He was still a child, but anybody caught telling him that would be quickly corrected.)