Redhawk Caldera goodnight, officers

There came a day, when the little boy's was about to change once again. He was woken up quite rudely from his slumber and unlike other times, when all it took was a bit of squirming around and re-arranging the position in the warm pile of cubs, and just fall asleep again, he prodded and pushed around. Yet unaware of a term "wimp", he did not hesitate to protest and resist. He whimpered and mewled all the way to the den entrance and made every attempt to turn around and crawl back to the darkness and safety. 

This was not to happen though, because for unknown reasons his parents were determined of moving them somewhere. And when this place happened to be so entirely different - light, cold and no food in the vicinity - the little guy decided that he had had quite enough for today. After sitting there for a moment or two, regarding everyone with sleepy eyes, he let out a deep sigh (after all it had been quite an effort to get this far) and turned around to crawl back to the den in a very determined manner.