Blackfeather Woods Into the woods

Alright. Burke could be cool, Damien would admit it, but waking him up? Seriously? Didn't he know Damien could get pretty damn dangerous when awaken abruptly? Well.. He would know now. Damien opened his left eye, still curled up between his mother's legs, and shot a zombie-like angry look at the grey beast. "I wanna sleep!" the boy moaned turning his head away from the outside bursquely and buried it in his mother's fur.

His tantrum lasted for a few seconds in which both his ears peeked back curiously at the enthusiastic squeaks of his siblings. They caught his attention, and eventually his interest started growing. It had always been there, though, he liked hanging out with Burke, but there was a whole new thing to consider in the big equation. He would have to make a decision between going out to do something cool with Burky, or staying back and keep warm and cozy with mommy. His little head started turning around slowly, discovering one of his eyes with which Damien looked over at his siblings' joyful reactions. "What are we goin'a hunt?" the pup questioned half-growling.