Blackfeather Woods issorartuyok

Any who would be welcome near the den. Set three days from now.

Early morning struck, and the sun could be felt against the warm earth that Sos had napped on. It soaked into his darkening coat and brought a smile that curled his features upward. Both of his baby blue eyes were closed, avoiding the bright light that shone against their lids. The nap had lasted little more than half an hour when the sound of a bird pulled the pup from his slumber and back into the brilliant shades of the real world. Sos blinked tiredly for a moment or two before he pushed himself up onto his elbows and parted his lips to pant. The warmth had soaked into the marrow of his frame, he could feel it. It was difficult to shake the tiredness from his figure, so he forced himself to stand and move toward the shadows of a large tree. The trunk of the figure stretched upward and reached out overhead to shield the area from most of the heat.
 
Once he was pressed against the trunk of the structure, Sos lowered himself to his rear and peered up at the dappling of glittering sunlight against the dark leaves of the trees. The boy searched for signs of life up there, but he found it difficult to focus on any one thing when the breeze was pulling at the foliage. It almost seemed as though every tree was writhing softly. A large bird flew to the lowest hanging branch and bobbed along the stick with a fluid grace. Sos was intrigued by the creature that seemed to maintain balance of that nature. The young bear had trouble shaking his coat without toppling to his side.
 
The bird tweeted and turned its head sharply to peer down at the young boy. Sos yapped in response, watching as the dark-winged thing took immediate flight and vanished into the reaches of some other tree in the distance. Sad that he had lost his interest, Sos looked back toward the mouth of the den with a curious expression. Tunerk had been little fun lately, as she had spent most of her time sleeping. The boy was eager to experience anything that was different from the standard monotony of his days, so he found himself roused far easier. For a moment, the polar youth wondered if he could make enough of a fuss to rouse Tunerk from her nap.