Sun Mote Copse Work out Your Own Salvation

He woke early, and even before his eyes opened, he wrinkled his nose in distaste. The air was notably cooler than it should be. His mother didn't normally leave this soon, not when the sun shown so weakly through the entrance and against his closed lids. With a squeaking yawning and a full body stretch he opened his eyes, peering around. He did not see his mother and the wrinkled nose became a frown. Where was she? What about breakfast?

"Nattah." He mumbled, voice cracking with sleep. "NattUH! Where mama Nattah?" He wondered if his sister had an answer for him.