Sun Mote Copse Oh Heartland, Up Yours

His eyes had opened a few days ago, but there really hadn't been too much to see just yet. There was a great light that came from one part of the den every day, though it faded when the temperature got colder and when he felt more sleepy than ever; he was learning the difference between day and night. But generally, he and his sister were kept inside the den, or just near the mouth of it by their mother who was quick to give them a good, stern nudge should they try to wander too far. Her eye was on them always, and already it had begun to annoy Bronco. So he waited until his doting mother dozed off, pretending to be asleep by her side with his sister, @Nellie. 

So when he was fairly certain that Niamh was asleep, he slowly, carefully, pulled himself away from her side and as quietly as possible, made his way toward the mouth of the den. Exhausted from being a life source for two demanding kids, not much would've woken Niamh up just then. She'd never been aware of just how deeply she could possibly sleep until she'd had kids- which had disturbed her slumber at every hour, so whenever she did get a moment to rest, sne conked out pretty darn hard. She'd begun to snore, a certain sign to Bronco that he was safe to check out the world outside. 

It was bright out, and it took his eyes some time to adjust. But what he saw was amazing, so very different from the world he'd known thus far, which had consisted just of his family, the things they gave him to play with and chew on, and the cool darkness of the den. He blinked as a bird flew overhead- a harmless crow, and he knew no fear. He sat down with the mouth of the den casting a bit of shade over his back, but the sun's warmth felt so pleasant and wonderful on his shoulders, that he was content to stay where he was, more or less obediently hanging close to the den even if he wasn't meant to be out on his own.