It was nearing the end of the warm seasons when his world was shaken up yet again. Mogar and his mother had been preparing their winter den, lining it with new furs and stocking up on dried meats, fruits and grasses. It was routine, it was familiar... It was ruined by the colored ones. They had invited Mogar and his mother into their den for the cold seasons, promising plenty of food, a special room just for him and his mother, and enough room for his furs if he did not want a bed. They must have heard him wrong when he said he would ask his mother and come to them before the forest was orange if she said yes because two days later his home is filled with five unfortunately familiar voices. The blue one is loud and energetic, pulling a red wagon with many precariously stacked boxes spilling out of it. He keeps talking about adventures and justice and friendship. Behind the wagon the green one is supporting an especially wobbly stack and grumbling about turf and attention stealing furries. But Mogar pales when he hears the curious female chattering away about behind the scene coverage and family ties having something to do with instincts and vigilantes. He does not understand all of wat she is talking about but he does not like it. The one who usually reeks of urine and sadness is silent. But he doesn't smell of sadness anymore and he is looking at the younger ones with a slight smile on his face.
Then there is a blue and white thing in his face and he is falling out of the tree he was perched in. The four he has been tracking are crowded around him and for a moment he is overwhelmed by loud voices and sharp, unnatural, scents. Another voice cuts through and the colored ones are the first pushed away as the ponytail lady comes into view. He stares at her as she scolds the others and gets them working on packing up all of his belongings. She does not stop directing and wrangling the discordant group until there is a room at the colored ones' den that looks like they picked up his cave and stuck it into the building.
"I tried my best to make it as close to the real thing as possible." He jumps when she starts speaking next to him.
"You made this," he gestures to the cave, "for Mogar?"
She frowns a little and shrugs. "Well, yeah, the dweebs burned your house down and did a shit job of rebuilding it so someone had to clean up their mess." Mogar just stares at her until she sighs. "What?"
"Why do you take care of them so much? Are they your cubs?" He doesn't understand why this makes her laugh, he just knows that he likes the sound.