Broken Boulder maybe spit some blood at the camera, just stay alive

As they got older, naps became shorter and less deep, partially because the world outside became fascinating and there was much for them to learn.  It wasn't like that was unexpected.  Mali was starting to wake from the pile, eventually rolling off to one side, stretching and getting to his feet.

Mali was too young to really process what had happened to his mother -- it wasn't like she was dead as far as anyone knew, but since she was just gone to a certain point the response was similar.  He was expecting her to come back, even though he hadn't said anything about it at this point.  As he blinked blearily towards the great bright outside, he eventually focused on the fact Delight was here, which was pretty cool since he was pretty sure that any pup could get away with a lot more with dad around instead.  So Queenie being gone wasn't all bad, was it?  Heck, they got to see several people now instead of just mom, but he was still far more familiar to them than any of the others.

Even though he theoretically had full command of his limbs at this point, there was still a certain amount of galumphing worked into his movements as he barreled towards Delight without a sign of slowing down before impact.  It wasn't like Mali would necessarily do much, the pups were still pretty small in comparison to an adult, but after his attempted-tackle said, singsong, Hayyy, whatcha doin'.  The answer totally better be entertaining him or he might wake up his sisters and then there would be three of them, horrors!