Ankyra Sound Summer has not yet been here though my days are long

He did not want to leave the den. The boy's mewling and undignified wiggles were protest enough, he thought, but the mothers still managed to corral all the children on to the dusty sand-covered world in the dreaded outside no matter how much Reyes said no. He was placed down among the litter of bodies and was left blinking at the too-bright world around him; when he spotted Rosalyn patrolling along the sun-baked edge where forgotten weeds lined scattered stones, he borked and called for her. When that didn't work he hoisted himself to his paws and tawdled after her without care for his siblings or any of his surroundings - resulting in the babe placing his paws on the very hot sand and yelping in surprise when it sagged beneath his weight. The sand rolled away from him and he sank back with a pout, nursing at his toes and glaring moodily at the ground.