Blackfeather Woods New Leaf

Pietro wanted nothing more than to run out of their den and race around. He tried to fall asleep, but his eyes kept darting open. He looked at his sister, who was happily asleep. He looked at his father with admiration, but he seemed asleep too. He looked around his den, only his eyes moving. He felt his stomach growl, not out of hunger, but out of nervousness. He wished he could stay here, merged into his family forever. Pietro had been thinking about his mother recently, he couldn't remember exactly what she looked like, but he remembered hearing her soothing voice. He slowly got up, carefully stepping over the two wolves. He walked gracefully to the opening of the den. He sat down, looking out into the open, chilly world. The winter weather didn't move him, as he was focused.