The small husky, who could've been no older than 12 at the point stood in the doorway to his older brother's room, looking around somewhat nervously into the darkness that filled the older husky's quarters.
"H-Hachi? Are you up?" He said softly, almost nervously. Koshe rarely ventured into the older husky's room, mainly because he could never see where the hell he was going. The soft sound of rustling sheets came forth through the darkness, signalling that Hachiro was indeed awake.
"Eh... Yeah, I'm up... What's going on?" He murmured, still somewhat drowsy despite it being nearly 8 AM.
"It's snowing outside, bro!" Koshe spoke in a soft, but excited tone. The two lived in a small suburb in the Northern end of Southern Ontario, well surrounded by trees and the like. It was a quiet area, far enough from the nearest city to be peaceful but not quite far enough to be inconvenient.
"Snowing..?" the older brother said, somewhat confused. "Isn't it a little early in the year..?" More rustling of the sheets and the sound of footpaws hitting the hardwood flooring resounded through the heavy darkness of Hachiro's room. Despite how much the canine loved the darkness of his room, he begrudgingly flipped a small switch by the head of his bed, turning the overhead light on and flooding the room in light.
"Whoa!" Koshe exclaimed, his eyes having grown accustomed to the darkness. He shielded his eyes, waiting a few moments for them to readjust to the fluorescent lighting.
"Hey, How do you think I feel, kid?" Hachiro said, his voice somewhat gravelly, although unusually more than would be normal. He sat on his bed, flexing his feet and clicking the claws against the hardwood floor. He had a toned build, muscular, but small enough to be quite agile. His coffee-brown coat punctuated by several jet-black tattoos of varying intricacy. His white chest and stomach was covered in especially intricate designs that seemed to move on their own, at least, to the unaware observer... He wore nothing but a pair of plain black housepants, at lest a size or so large on him. He brushed his long hair from his face before slowly getting up, several audible snaps emanating from his joints.
Koshe cringed with each one, biting his lip in an attempt to distract himself. The tween shook his head. "You're too young to crack like that when you get up!" He exclaimed, smirking as he watched his older brother go through several stretches.
"Kosh, if you'd gone through the military, you'd pop joints like this by the time you're thirty too..." He smirked back at his brother, slowly walking towards the door. "C'mon... Let's see this 'snow' you're talking about..."
