Redhawk Caldera There will always be a valley

When Peter was not being picked on by Ferret or much to his annoyment following him around, he was sleeping. Though his soul had forgotten already much of it's travels before the birth in the realms of stars, now and then he would still have vivid dreams of that wondrous place in time and space. More often, however, he was dreaming about simpler things - such as running around, playing or eating. 

He had taken a nap now and woken at the best moment of a wonderful dream, which he forgot instantly the moment he opened his eyes, but the feeling that something very, very good had happened still lingered. The boy yawned and stretched, cast a glance around and then ambled out of the space of living to see, what was going on outside. 

Which turned out to be a good thing to do, because he spotted one of his brothers. He let out an excited whimper and approached him with a wagging tail - first curious about the hole his sibling was making and second - wondering, if he would be up for a hug.