He wriggled as a faint sound reached his ears, waking him from his precious sleep. The little Fantôme twisted and turned trying to roll over to the sound. He screeched loudly as he wriggled on the floor of the den, he fell on his belly and whimpered loudly, blue eyes wide open as he looked around the dark den. Who had made that strange noise? What was that strange scent?
The dark Fantôme wriggled as he tried to turn his head to look over at the spot of light where the strange sound and scent came from. He wanted to snuggle next to his mother and sister and sleep but he also wanted to see who was this strange thing. It wasn't the voice that he had grown familiar with, that spoke every night and gave squishy baths.
He screamed again, wanting someone to notice him, wanting to know whoever this thing was that had the strange voice and scent. He couldn't seem to push himself over to the entrance, wide blue eyes blinked at the patch of light as he rolled over onto his back and waved his paws in the air. As if that would draw attention to anyone.