Redhawk Caldera come on over

Ever since that first trip outside the smallest of the cubs hadn't peeked out of the den, preferring the comforting warmth and known corners to the big, scary and cold world outside. The other puppies were up and around, not sleeping nearly enough as they should have (or so the boy thought, being pretty annoyed, when one of his brothers woke him up yet again to invite him for a game or using him as a toy). But not the one Peregrine had christened Smol. He was a good kid - occasional bouts of colics aside, he still spent a lot time sleeping. 

He was doing this now too, when a gust of wind brought a very rancid smell with it and hit the kid's nostrils hard - his eyes snapped open and he sneezed: "A-choo!" It helped for a while, but the odour was still there and it did not go away, when Smol changed his location a little. After casting a look around, he got to his feet and went in the direction of the source, his gait unstable from lack of use and therefore him stumbling and falling often. Eventually with slow progress he arrived at the den's mouth and his eyes met two giant paws. His gaze slowly traveled upwards, until the tiny head was arched backwards so that the boy lost balance and fell on his bottom.

He remained there, staring at the giant with his eyes narrowed to slits, a furrowed brow and mouth shamelessly agape.