Its maybe five in the morning when Hoze nudged you awake. He was pretty insistent on getting you up. I imagine you might have thought there was trouble, but he didn't seem troubles in the dim firelight. He just kept saying, "C'mon, Poppa." quietly until you got up and put on some clothes.
Hoze was a little impatient, telling you to hurry, not to miss it, to come come, quick to see. Once you were up, he led you outside of the hold out towards the wastes, more specifically, to a small hill that gives a good vantage point of the volcano ridge nearby and overlooking the hold.
Your son's long nails are sharp, but he's pretty good at turning his fingers not to hurt yours. Then, when you finally reach the top of the hill, he stops, drops to his haunches and says, "Do you say good morning to momma each day?"