Swiftcurrent Creek It's too cold outside for angels to fly

As his mother made to rouse him with a nudge to his flank and a kiss, Trajan grumbled and twisted. Unhappy to be awoken from such a comfy nap, he was rebellious and sought to close his eyes and venture back into the realm of sleep once more. But he soon parted his eyelids once more and noticed all his siblings were moving clumsily after his mother, groaning unhappily, he blinked and rose unsteadily onto his paws.

Trajan moved slowly and carefully, he tripped over several times but with him pausing fifteen seconds after every step.....He caught up with his siblings and his mother soon, sniffing the air, eyes wide with curiosity. The silver Angelus Mortis stared around, keeping close to his mother as he observed his surroundings. Lately, the boy seemed to become quieter, instead of babbling and screeching at his annoying little brothers, he observed.

Deciding to follow his youngest brother, Trajan ignored the cold and scrambled after him, determined to finish his small mission and attempted to lick his shoulder once he caught up. A smile on his lips.