Blackfeather Woods So many things to explore

He easily bounced after his Mother, having explored most outside the den with her. He loved it! 
Certainly a mamma's boy, not that he'd likely admit it to anyone but himself.
He was trailing behind with an oversized stick, awkwardly trying to hold it up and drag it -- which it was both doing, just at all the wrong angles. He hurried to keep up though, hoping he wouldn't fall over or anything dumb.
Especially not in front of the stranger. 

Ah, he'd seen her before. At the stinky, black and white beasts that she didn't like. He didn't like them much either. Very big. His tail whirred like a helicopter trying to take off and he yanked the stick to get there quicker. He stood behind his siblings, staring blatantly at her with as much of a grin as he could manage on his face. What was her name now? He was somewhat forgetful at the time, there was much going on in his life to remember names.