Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

For once, he was not asleep when his father nudged him, blue eyes cast up as the Bright wolf stood to lead them out into the light again. Immediately, he rose and rushed towards him, lunging at the male's ankle to nip him before tearing off, further out into the clearing. His antics were meant to incite play and roughhousing, a high pitched bark meant to challenge his father though it surely sounded squeaky and youthful, as was natural.

The first one out, he waited for the others, waited for another of his brothers to play fight with him, or even their parents to do so. Since their first adventure out, the eldest had become much more active, though he remained the least fussy of the bunch (presumably).