Napping was an amazing past time and often in the heat of the day I found myself crawling back into the coolness of the dirt walls from whence I had been born to curl up and sleep. My dreams were almost always sweet, lots of time spent with my parents and brother in them and the phantom figures of my elder siblings whom I craved to meet. I craved it and I also was scared of it because I knew once they were before me I would freeze up and be shy. I had heard my mother jokingly ask me only yesterday what had happened to me to make me so timid and I had seen the concern in her face. It wasn't that anything HAPPENED it was that I wanted to prevent it FROM happening. Like the bear that had killed the uncles I would never know. I didn't want to lose anyone or fight anyone. I wasn't brave like Thor, not yet, but I thought that if I had time I might be one day. He would show me how just like he showed me everything else.

My nap grew to a close as my body began to desire more pragmatic things, my belly twitching at the uncomfortable pressure on my bladder so my eyelids twitched and I peeked out with a low groan. I hated waking up. Thor didn't bother me anymore when I was napping because, while always timid and sweet, I grew grumpy when I was awoken not fully rested. Mom had said I reminded her of my sister in that regard so I figured Ankh had to like me because we were similar. I scramble up with some wide yawns, trotting out of the den with a rumpled appearance and heading off into the brush to complete my business before coming back once more to the small meadow before our den and stretching. Where was Thor?

My black nose twitched, catching so many scents of him, and feeling suddenly bold - whether it be from the nap or the desire to see what he was up to - I try my nose (yes pun intended) at finding his trail. I wander back and forth across our area until I pick up a trail that seems stronger than the others and thereby fresher, my black-tipped tail wagging in the air behind me and a satisfied grin on my muzzle as I begin to follow it with a few stops, twisting around on myself and trying to figure out where I lost the scent. When I picked it up again I continued onward, my pace slowing the further I draw from the den so that I am more careful to keep an eye on my surroundings and my smile having turned into a frown of dismay at how far he had gone.

It is the voice of Abel I heard first, my ears pricking up - although my right ear will not stand straight, always curled inward halfway up - and pale green eyes, vibrant blue starbursts bright against them, spying two figures through some brush. I hear them talking and figure out that they are going to try and go into something to catch something else, probably a bad idea, and while I was curious I was also feeling a bit.. mischievous. So I crouch down and creep forward slowly, peeking between the leaves of a bush to see my brother crouching in a playful manner. So really what does he expect? I can't help it - I lung through the bush with a sudden growl/bark/roar (I mean, it isn't even a normal noise!) that is supposed to be fearsome and scare him while I leap out with a sheepish grin that gives way to a sudden laugh. "BOO!"

(Hope you don't mind Darq, Sol said I could crash the thread and if not I can delete it :))