The Multi-Hued small Prince of Hawthorne allowed his eyes to peel open. He knew his brothers and sisters were no longer in the den, and neither was his father for some reason. Was he alone here? A slightly sickened smile spread across his face, knowing all the fun he could have if he was left alone. He may have been a pup yet, he may be small, but the boy knew how to cause mischeif already. Nibris had spoken to him before, telling him to behave. But he could see the pride behind his dad's eyes even when he was telling him off. But soon enough, his ears perked to attention for somewhere else, Mother must've been calling. But now the boy was alone once more, plotting and scheming all by his lonesome in the den. Where were the others? Bellona, the one he was somewhat close too, wouldn't just leave him alone unless she knew he'd just be sleeping. Seems she must've underestimated him. Weak girl.

The little brute climbed to his paws, shaking off his multi-hued pelt from the moss that clung to the tufts. Audits perked to attention, cutting off his scheming pretty quickly at the sound of his father's howl, calling attention to the pack. This was his father's first time calling a meeting. Surprise flicked in his rubies for a moment, but soon dimmed out to their normal bloodlust. Sliding his smaller but growing frame out of the den, he made his way to sit under the rock his father perched on. He wasn't one to call attention to himself, despite being a narcissistic little asshole. Allowing himself to sit back upon his haunches, he scanned the area, waiting for more members to join the meeting. "Hello, father. Where is everyone?" he questioned, not even bothering to gaze up at his father.