For this reason, Ezekiel had been sticking close to the den most of the time, still a bit wary of leaving on his own. As the sun slowly rose over the lands, a ray of sunlight fell to the entrance of their den. Ezekiel was the first to awaken out of his family, which was something that was becoming very normal. It appeared that he was an early riser.
Feeling alone suddenly, Ezekiel looked around, surveying each family member. Bright, curious eyes sparkled with the kind of mischievousness that could only be found in the eye of a child and landed on the sleeping form of his father. It was early still, the sun only just having awakened to start the day. Gabriel would be up soon anyways, so there was no harm in helping him up, was there?
Regardless of the rights and wrongs of what he was doing, Ezekiel jumped onto his father’s powerful body, his paws digging into his father’s chest. His soft tongue flickered over his father’s cheek, his coal-black nose nudging him. "Daaaaaaaad! Dad! Daddyyy! Wa’ up! Time ta rise ‘n shiiiiine! Wakey wakey!" His voice was not yet developed and came out as a high-pitched squeak. The kind sure to drive any father insane.