Blackfeather Woods different kind of happy

A sudden bump made the arctic warrior jerk awake with a growl. He lifted his head from the ground, shaking off the snow that covered it with an aggressive move, sending snow in all directions. The hair of his back bristled and his tail went as high as it had ever been, he had never been taken by surprise. It wasn't until he identified the attacker that he lowered the guard.

"Oh, hi!" the father barked at his giggling son. They were the same giggles he so often heard from outside the den, they made him smile every time he heard them. "Where were you going buddy?" he asked swaying his tail. This was the first time he had ever interacted with his youngest son, and it was both exciting and terrifying.