A light knocking at a wooden door stirred a young flareon and his precious sleep.
"Milo, it's time to wake up." A soft voice said through the wooden door.
"Give me like 5 minutes." A young flareon said, sluggishly throwing the wool blankets off the mossy bed.
"Ok... Your father and I want to talk about something important with you. But we will be waiting for you downstairs." She said, leaving Milo to do what he needs.
I hate the mornings. Why can't I just wake up refreshed and ready for the day? Whatever, what does she want to talk to me about?
Milo walked around his room, trying to find a spare set of clean clothes. The sanded stone was cool to the touch of his paws, giving Milo all the more reason to find his clothes. Eventually, after searching his room, he found some clothes that would fit him and his big fluffy tail. Opening the door to his room, Milo could smell the scent of freshly killed livestock just waiting to be cooked.
"Hey, good morning! I see you slept through most of it." An umbreon said while cutting off some dear meat with his claws. He was in the room next to the kitchen.
"Look who's talking, Alex. I had to drag you out of our bed this morning." A glaceon named Page defended.
"So, mom, are you going to cook something?" Milo said to the glaceon that was wiping down some wooden bowls over a container of water.
"No, I figured I would leave the cooking to you." Page said.
"Thank you. Now, what do you want for breakfast?" Milo thanked. He grabbed a metal pot.
"I don't know, but I got some acid berries in the pantry." She suggested, but he knew it was what she wanted.