Two Rivers Isle Mother, grab the camera!

Sorry, this came out shorter than I expected :s

The soft call was sufficient for Pyro's attentive ears to prick up in curiosity. He had been laying down, snuggled between his mother's belly and his brother's butt. For some reason they had stayed in late that morning, but Pyro had been awake for hours and boredom was crawling up his head. Aero did not need to call twice, for the second he heard, Pyro jumped out of bed and trotted out of the den with his tongue sticking out and tail wagging at the familiar face of aunt Aero. The little one yipped at her and stood in his hinders in order to place his forepaws on the greyscale female's chest to lick her face.