Bearclaw Valley Play with me, I wanna go find you

The little lion boy had had a tough time falling asleep. He was feeling very homesick. This place was nice and all, but he'd much rather have his own mother and siblings with him. They were missing out on so much cool stuff! He tossed and turned a little ways from the real Bearclaw children. For once in his life wanted to be alone. Soon he had entirely given up on sleeping and decided to watch over his adoptive siblings. He wouldn't let anything hurt them. Even if it was that scary storm. That storm. It both made and ruined him.

 He watched as the motherly presence walked out. He didn't complain. Maybe she would be back with his real mom. He stood and started digging a hole in the ground. It was a good way to pass time. It had been nice and quiet until Leo heard a voice. It made him jump with fright. Light blue eyes looked over to the exit and saw the bigger pale wolf poking his head him. He had called the names of the others, so Leo just turned his head down and worked on his hole. That was until his name was called. "Leo!" He called out out, tiny tail thumping on the ground.

 When his older brother went up to follow the pale wolf, he followed as well. He saw that he was a little ways back, so he started to do an awkward run. Of course the clumsy pup had tumbled over his paws when he caught up. He quickly got up and went into a playful crouch, looking at his bigger brother. "Xan! Pleema!" he chirped to him.