Blackfeather Woods Breathing in the chemicals

It was night.

The darkness had quickly become one of his favorite times, and the boy tended to be inactive and lazy during the day, instead to awake at night when the world was quiet, and he alone in his activities. He harboured a general feeling of annoyance brought on by most of his siblings, and his tiny brain had come up with a simple solution; avoid them. Especially the loud one. His ears stood on end now, and he was able to catch all manner of sounds, and the loud screeching of his sister annoyed him to all end.

He stood near the entrance, not quite so adventurous to venture away from his mother, but having had quite enough of examining her and setting his sights on the world outside. Scrappings, rustlings, the sound of night-creatures going about their business captured his attention, and he scanned the clearing in silence, not letting out so much of a peep as he searched for something interesting.