Milky Sweet

Opening his eyes fully, he saw the area he was placed on. There were no traditional beds in the room, instead there was one big nest in the center of the room - which he was laying on now. They were some of the softest blankets he had ever felt. Slowly running a hand over one of the blankets, he gripped it and pulled it over himself, trying to maintain any sense of modesty he may still have. It was a pretty purple blanket, he kinda liked it.

A grunting noise threw him out of his sense of false calm as he quickly gripped the blanket up over his chest as snapped his head up, meeting not one, not two, but four sets of eyes all staring at him interested and... was that confusion? Maybe even a little concern?

Wait, was their room, their den?