Whitefish River Across the Rolling Hills

Mohe was beginning to stir. He had taken a particularly long nap and finally awoken. He had been rushing around the den and the very entrance of it with bubbling excitement about pretty much everything. Mom had made it clear he wasn't to wander too far. Whatever that meant. He was the more outgoing and exciteable. 

 His little tail flopped back and forth as another face came to see them today. This was not a familiar one and Mohe didn't recognize him. He walked forward quietly and slowly. His eyes widening as he got near the large and unfamiliar floating head. He attempted to put his nose to the man's ans sniff at him. Then with immediate force he barked in his face. A paw lifted and he tried to boop him on the nose with all the force he could muster. He fell backwards on his butt and growled quite unnecessarily.