Nothing in this world would keep this boy from his Momma. Malek was going to make sure of that. The little ball of brown and red fur came rushing out of the den, eager to keep his place at his mother's side. A round ball of puppy fat and fluff, he was now hiding behind her legs as best he could.

Good thing too, for the light of the morning sun had done its best to weaken the boy's sight. His baby blues were still sensitive, almost fragile. Squinting and batting his dark lids a few times to focus, Malek managed to get a good look of his large world. Though did not forget about the beloved sister he was still waiting on to join them. Oh wait, where is Papa?