Can you come over?

The sky had finally fallen asleep, but it didn't drop the warmth that the sun had brought along that day. It was welcomed, and much needed. The snows had been fun, yes, but they always left him cold, too cold to be happy. The warmth at night though, that, was nearly perfect. He crept slowly from the den, stretching his long legs over the sleeping forms of his sisters and brother, making sure he didn't touch them, as to not wake them up. He didn't wanna deal with that, nope. He loved his siblings, yes, but he was in the mood for something, different.

The stars twinkled dimly in the sky above his head, the cloud coverage was hiding them from his view. He was okay with that, and just stared up at the moon above him instead. He had heard his mother and her stories of healing and what not, and it was all grand, but Bran knew there was more out there for him, what that was? He had no idea, but he was bound and determined to figure that out, on his own, mind you.

Caught up in the quiet, his ears swiveled fast when he heard the soft sound of tiny twigs snapping and leaves crunching under some kind of weight. He took off at a slow lope, heading in the direction of the sound. Not too bright, but lets be honest, Bran was a little more guts no brain kind of dude. He saw it then, off in the distance. It looked a lot like a fluffy rabbit. Yum.

The long legged oaf took off heading towards the thick bushes that the rabbit was hiding in, a grin spreading across his face. The smells were confusing here though, to be honest. He wasn't sure what was what, and that...was unsettling, to say the least, but he led with his gut, not his brain.

And that, was not the smartest thing to do. He charged, maw open, right into a butt full of porcupine quills. A loud yelp filled the air, only to happen again and again, as the porcupine ran backwards into his face, shaking its quills and embedding even more, into his young face. He ran, yelping, as far away from the prickly thing as he could.