Lost Creek Hollow warming weather

Tipsy from clumsiness alone, Pippin wobbled up to the den entrance – a game he quite enjoyed playing to see how quickly Harlyn would snag him back in to the depths of the den.  The sun poked through the clouds above, and the boy could feel a certain warmth to the light – something that was only the first signs of an oncoming spring.
 
His nose nudged the dirt on the ground just as he plopped his plump rump to the ground. Puppy blue eyes peered out to the lands before him, and he crooned a playful growl, hoping to draw attention to himself – whether Silas or Larkspur would come play, he was uncertain, but dipping his muzzle down even closer to the ground, he began to chew precariously on a small rock.