Duskfire Glacier a dog can smell a lie you know

It wasn't the unusual warmth being cast on his fur that stirred his internal clock, no, that would be his son waking and tumbling towards the exit of the den. At first Rye ignored the calling instinct to check on his boy, sleep was still the priority but that was only until he could feel the heat displacement. First his right eye cracked open to see a blurry blob hastily making its way outside, where all manner of poky, prickly and stabby dangers were waiting. At least, that's what Ryes haywire brain was panicking about. He glanced back to Imaq, who appeared to still be sleeping, rather than let her see their son slipped from his sight Rye carefully removed himself from the den. He hoped he was successful in not waking her but he didn't stick around long enough to double check. 
Instead he began corralling his little explorer, parking himself on his haunches in front of the babe. Adoration blooms in his chest and etches into his dilated irises, the large man lowers himself to his sons level. Just then he notices the two murky blue eyes, he quietly chuckles to himself. "So, you're going to have your mothers eyes." He hums. Rye didn't know of all the changes cubs go through as newborns, so for all he knew blue was to be the boys eye color. The hotah moved closer to hopefully intercept his young'un, doing a short belly crawl. Rye wasn't against letting him explore but not for long, he didn't want the boy to catch a cold.