Redtail Rise XX

thursday evening spends much of his time sleeping and when he is not sleeping he is sure to be greedily filling his belly; the simplicity of his existence.

something was different though as he awoke from his most recent milkdrunk nap. the peep of his eyes; as unfamiliar as the grogginess that plagues him.

there had been an easiness to routine; built in the eleven days since his birth into the world. eat, sleep, poop, pee, get bathed.

the hazy shadows of still developing eyesight was not apart of his routine and thursday evening lets his displeasure be known to all inhabitants of the den seconds after his father's call into it — went unnoticed in the life altering discovery thursday evening was presently going through, choosing not to accept it as quick as thursday's dawn has.