Golden Glade hometown

It didn't seem that Hawthorn particularly liked to explore, given that the majority of the time, it appeared that he was snuggled next to his mother or his sister, fast asleep. The fact was, however, that the boy had quite an obsession with the outside world. He preferred to explore alone though, so he only ever attempted (and succeeded) to sneak out of the den and explore when everyone else was asleep, or was paying no attention to him. After all, the youngest in the litter didn't appear to be anything special, when in fact, he was the cleverest of the lot - or at least, he thought so.

Today, Hawthorn woke up and pulled himself upright, blinking rapidly as a fiery figure disappeared from the den entrance. He shrugged to himself. Truthfully, he couldn't care less if Tiger decided to leave. She wasn't exactly his favourite sibling. Then, he thought again. It might not have been his older annoying twin sister, it could be the quieter one which he cared for...to a certain extent. So, after a long moment of contemplation, the large boy padded after his sister.

He was quick, despite his relative clumsiness and size, and he found his sister in a matter of minutes. As soon as Hawthorn caught sight of her, he let out a loud woof combined with a whine, attempting to grasp her attention whilst bounding closer at the same time.