Berkus was bored. Since Aesir lost his challenge and a portion of the pride was exiled, there wasn't much else he found entertaining and exciting going on. That being said he was falling on old habits of pestering people until they swiped at him when he wasn't out hunting or being of some use to anyone.Today he figured he could give his own family a good pestering. Maybe see those baby cousins of his that his old-fart uncle, Taraxa, had spawned once again. Maybe use them as soft squishy toys or something, not that he'd try to purposefully maim them or anything, but it was always funny to see how the little babies found a paw flicker to be something akin to true death.
Popping over to the den of his cousin's, he poked his head in with a very unceremonious greeting, "Anyone alive in there?"
