Golden Glade You Can't Take Me, I'm Free!

Hawthorn was a mixture of loudness and silence. There were moments where he simply opened his tiny jaws and screamed and cried to his heart's desire, simply because he wanted to. There were other moments where he was as silent, and as unmoving as a still, dead, rock. Usually, when he was in those moods and one of his smaller littermates attempted to push at him, or prod him, he still remained still; there were some advantages to being the largest in the litter, and Hawthorn, even as a baby, knew it, and managed to utilise it to his advantage.

Today, however, was not one of his silent days, and so when he felt the blob beside him move away, he wiggled his way forward and smushed into his sister, unknowingly flattening her with his sheer size. However, thankfully for his two littermates, Haw found his position to be uncomfortable, and shifted ever so slightly, before opening his maw to let loose an ear piercing shriek.