Redhawk Caldera Somewhere only we know

ooc: all and anyone, who is allowed to be near the den. Siblings are welcome too, of course!

Though the smallest of the litter, the brown cub was still keeping up with his siblings, doing a bit of growing up every day and becoming more curious and harder to be kept in one place at the same time. The inside of the den had been explored thoroughly - the dirt tasted, some pee and poop left here and there and sneezing done, when either the dust was inhaled or the fur of other inhabitants was tickling his nose. And when he was not eating or sleeping (occasionally dreaming about the stars and more often about the simple stuff he had learned during the day), the pull to get to the Great Outside was strong.

The rest of his siblings were more keen on going out, his parents would do the same and often the runt was the only one left inside the den, curling up in a tight ball to preserve the body heat. He seemed to be more susceptible to cold and therefore his lack of motivation do go any further than the den mouth. The world was an exciting place, but not, when one is shivering. So every time - like today as well - when he actually managed to make few steps away from the safety of his home, the cold soon had it's grasp on him. The boy let out some kitten mewls and sat down, shivering.