Golden Glade Albino Adventurer

Hawthorn awoke just in time to see Tigerlily scoot to the entrance of the den where he assumed the rest of his siblings were, given the empty spaces beside him. He blinked, opening his maw in a wide yawn. Lifting a paw to his face, he rubbed his eyes and squinted at the entrance, making out shapes and shadows. He debated with himself for a moment. Should he stay here and sleep next to his mother, or should he join his siblings on the little adventure that they'd decided to embark on? It was quick for him to settle on the former, given that he'd done a little exploring of his own that night, and he preferred to be alone anyways, finding it less annoying when he was surrounded by lesser beings, aka his littermates.

But just as he was about to close his eyes and fall back asleep, he saw with bright blue eyes the shape of his quiet older sister @Rose scurrying back into the den where she quickly tried to snuggle next to their mother. Hawthorn sensed that Rose was upset, or scared, but awkward as he was, was unsure of how to proceed. He had long decided he liked her more than his louder brother, or sister, but he never showed it, he didn't know how to, nor did it ever really cross his mind. Now, however, Hawthorn decided to go on a quest for bravery, much like his older brother and sister, but in a different manner. While theirs was purely physical, his was very much concentrated on the mind and emotions.

He shuffled towards her, careful not to squash her with his larger body as he poked her softly with his nose and inquired gently, with wide blue eyes and a small tilt of his head, if she was alright, and that he was here to protect her if anything happened. Hawthorn couldn't say all of that out loud, of course, given that he couldn't speak, nor could he accurately convey his muddled childish thoughts, but he hoped he got his point across anyhow, and he emphasised that with a small reassuring smile.