Lost Creek Hollow Sterile

Aside from his penchant to freak out at these new moving things that were also big, Hood was pretty chill about everything else.  He wasn't particularly loud or demanding (but maybe that was just in comparison to his siblings).  Once he calmed down and things had stopped moving, it was going to be easy for him to go to sleep again.  Maybe.

The only problem was the presence of a certain sister.  A certain sister that totally liked being a jerk, not that he had the current level of awareness to understand that.  He'd just been contentedly dozing off and she had to go and start jabbing him!  Why!  Stuff was still pretty blurry so Jet was pretty close to being a stealth fighter at this point against the dark shadows of the den.  With a quiet yip, he flailed and tried to flail back at her with one wildly-uncoordinated paw.  The other was stuck under him trying to prevent him from rolling away like a fat sausage.  Maybe he could bop her on the head and make her stop or something!