Broken Antler Fen in the wintertime

i'm pretty sure they're old enough to at least be outside the den. so, uh, open for anyone! <3

bleary eyes open to the birdsong and buttery sunbeams caught in the dustmotes of the mouth of the den; tickling roswell's face as the world outside invites him to come outside and play. he stretches and yawns leisurely before attempting to discreetly detangle himself from his sibling(s). wiggling his way free, roswell sneaks, not all that quiet, out of the den to the awaiting sunshine.

he blinks and squints against it for a moment as he stretches again; enjoying the soft feel of the emerald grasses between his toes. a curious sniff is given to the nearest bush — followed by a sneeze as he inhales too much pollen.