Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2021 22:50:37 GMT
The light filtered through like a grey haze in the early morning. Silent as a shadow he carefully uncurled himself from the warmth of his mate; making sure his movements did not stir Violet. Looking down at her sleeping soundly in the warmth of their den made him blessed to be able to wake up to that kind of sight. He did not often leave her side so early in the morning but it was due time for another session with his eldest. He liked the thought of going on a regularly routined training session with his children so that they would be well honed for when they are older; no matter what comes their way he wanted them to be prepared. Flare was the only one who had a high amount of energy and the most skilled out of his three kits that could handle Jay's intensity and training techniques that he otherwise would have usually dimmed or softened for his other children.
Weaving sure-footed around in the dimness of their den he picked out easily enough the flaming color of his son's fur and stopped a few paw steps away. Tipping his head he watched him sleep and thought just how easy it would be to just pounce on him while he was unaware but he was not that mean no matter how intimidating he looked. Plus, he didn't want to wake his mate or kits in the process. Instead, he lowered himself down and nudged at the ginger furred shoulder firmly to shake him awake. He'd be nice this go around and let him wake up peacefully instead of attacking him in a tackle or something.
Bright blue eyes analyzed the other's movements and breathing pattern to see if he'd managed to wake him up; with a tiny smirk finally seeing the signs he pulled back and with a low voice spoke up softly so as not to wake the others.
"I'm going to get us something to eat. Be up and ready by the time I return." with those words he slipped out of their den and looked around the area.
The light of the sun peeking over the horizon gave him the go-ahead that it was the right time to go hunting. He usually did go hunting early enough that the animals would just be getting up from their slumber; the early bird gets the worm so to speak. He always liked making sure his family woke up with a fresh meal waiting for their hungry bellies, it gave him some sort of enjoyments to see their sleep ruffled fur and sleep eyes as they stumbled and stretched from their den to find what their father had brought them for breakfast.
When he did return after a short time he moved his way through the familiar path he'd created himself as if he could see his old trail like a highlighted line through his mind's eye all the way back to the clearing. He did not see Flare at first and wondered if he had gone back to sleep. Setting the squirrel down on the cold ground he cocked his head to listen while his slightly parted jaws tasted the crisp cold air around him for signs of his flame-colored son.
Weaving sure-footed around in the dimness of their den he picked out easily enough the flaming color of his son's fur and stopped a few paw steps away. Tipping his head he watched him sleep and thought just how easy it would be to just pounce on him while he was unaware but he was not that mean no matter how intimidating he looked. Plus, he didn't want to wake his mate or kits in the process. Instead, he lowered himself down and nudged at the ginger furred shoulder firmly to shake him awake. He'd be nice this go around and let him wake up peacefully instead of attacking him in a tackle or something.
Bright blue eyes analyzed the other's movements and breathing pattern to see if he'd managed to wake him up; with a tiny smirk finally seeing the signs he pulled back and with a low voice spoke up softly so as not to wake the others.
"I'm going to get us something to eat. Be up and ready by the time I return." with those words he slipped out of their den and looked around the area.
The light of the sun peeking over the horizon gave him the go-ahead that it was the right time to go hunting. He usually did go hunting early enough that the animals would just be getting up from their slumber; the early bird gets the worm so to speak. He always liked making sure his family woke up with a fresh meal waiting for their hungry bellies, it gave him some sort of enjoyments to see their sleep ruffled fur and sleep eyes as they stumbled and stretched from their den to find what their father had brought them for breakfast.
When he did return after a short time he moved his way through the familiar path he'd created himself as if he could see his old trail like a highlighted line through his mind's eye all the way back to the clearing. He did not see Flare at first and wondered if he had gone back to sleep. Setting the squirrel down on the cold ground he cocked his head to listen while his slightly parted jaws tasted the crisp cold air around him for signs of his flame-colored son.
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