Jade Fern Grove Sing along

Hope you don't mind this little peanut :)

The flight from Nova Peak had been traumatizing for all of the pack, Whittier included.  And yet, even though there was still a great deal of stress and tension in the pack now that they were settling into the new territory, the chubbiest of the Frostfur babies had actually begun to thrive.  Something about the fern-covered forest brought out the playful, curious energy in him.  Where he used to laze about all day long, he now had taken up a new pastime - creeping beneath the cover of the ferns like a panther on the hunt.

He did also really like napping in the shade of the ferns, but that doesn't have a whole lot to do with what I'm writing about at the moment.

The other nice thing in Whittier's mind about living in this new forest was the fact that the pack all seemed to be a lot closer together than before.  So it was that the chunky pup came upon his Uncle during his predatory creeping.  Excitement danced in his heart when he spotted the male emerging, but he held still in hopes of finding the perfect moment to surprise him.  His Uncle seemed solemn and quiet.. and soon enough, he began to speak in a low, almost musical voice that had Whit canting his head in curiosity.  Suddenly, it seemed kind of wrong to disturb him...

But it also seemed like the perfect moment to attack.  So, Whit barreled out of hiding quite suddenly and charged at his uncle like a ram, shouting a war cry at the top of his little lungs that went something like "BAAAAAHHHHH!"  It might have been impressive were he not still so small and clumsy.  As it was, Whit more resembled a drunk bear cub as he waddled towards Kieran than the swift, graceful predator he was attempting to emulate.