Noctisardor Bypass sunday morning coming down

i kept thinking i replied to this for some reason.

they are summoned by their father. knowing nothing other than being addressed by different names by their parents, he does not think to question it. only beyond the very decisive thought that he doesn’t like being called slug. diluted red-brownish crown lifts as he pads outside of the den; bringing up the caboose as his sisters beat him. eyes focus upon kaertok as he tells them they are not babies, they must leave the den, learn to sleep outside and begin patrolling for practice.

he was fine with these things; had no arguments to the facts that were presented to them …aside from an agreement with royal’s concerns about sleeping outside. if they weren’t babies anymore …then surely they could make their own decision on whether they slept outside or not. he wanted his own den not to be exposed to all the elements.

want my own den. pingasut, yet to pick a new name for himself, declares, refusing to settle for anything else.