Blackfeather Woods Don't you think you're a little...weird?

The boy scooted himself out from under his siblings, whining just because he could. Although he couldn't hear his voice, he could feel it as he made the vibrations happen in his throat. 
He started crawling out on his great escape -- a whole seven inches!
Though, it was cold. He didn't like that. He opened his mouth, whining pitifully for warmth and safety.