Dragoncrest Cliffs Sweet baby boy

It's a hushie boy @Thuringwethil but AW

Hush stuck out his head from his den's entrance with a long, drawn out, and overly dramatic yawn. He enjoyed seeing the air spew from his mouth, visualized by the cold winter atmosphere. His tail wagged behind him in the little dugout he had lived in since spring, his steps dancing, trying to warm his frozen joints.

He had done little in the months from early summer to early winter. And he had admonished himself for it time and time again. He did not join when Wildfire disappeared, nor did he when they found her south at her natal home of the Caldera. He could not explain why, neither verbally (which was impossible) or mentally to himself. He had defended their home, a silent sentinal against any intruder, hunting when he could and marking the border. But it was time that he did more, interacted with the others and became a proper member of Drageda once more. 

From his snow-clad den he burst forth, breaking the newly fallen snow. He ran in circles, trampling down the white powder until it was flat and the entrance of his home was clearly seen. It looked ridiculous, but Hush could not afford to lose sight of his den. The markers he normally used were covered in a layer of white, so he resorted to his next best thing: yellow snow.