Nix woke slowly; the feel of a wet nose pressed against the side of his face pulled him from a deep sleep. "If you're licking my face again, Del, I'm going to slow roast you over... " The Inferno Leader stopped talking when he opened one eye. "Oh, hey Morti."
"Hey, Nix." Morti huffed softly, making Nix's hair stand on end.
Nix turned on his side, his eyes straying to the open tent flap. "Need something?"
"I want to fly. Everyone else gets to fly." Morti's big black nose filled his entire line of sight.
"You're too fat to fly, Morti." Nix pushed the cub's nose away and sat up. "Didn't we talk about waking me up before 1000 hours?"
"Yep. It's 1130. I asked Semmi to make sure."
Nix's sigh was filled with discontent as he stretched in place before heading toward the exit. "Where is everyone?"
"At the beach. I think you're in trouble again, Nix." Morti exited the tent after him and matched his stride.
