DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
The dog shuffled from under Greg's head and scrambled to its feet. Greg hit the floor with a groan and curled up into a ball. The sunlight was striking against the surface of his closed eyelids, and he knew that his sleep was up. The dog ran over to the stream where Luna was with his tail wagging - it licked her face and then went to the other side of the stream and began drinking from it - trust the dog to kill the mood for everyone. Greg slowly sat up and looked at his two boys - he didn't really notice that Luna was upstream, so he shuffled up to the two of them and made sure they were both still snuggled up and warm - Jackson was the one he checked first; he'd curled up into the fetal position during the night so that the jacket could over him completely - the concrete ground was uncomfortable, but it was better than nothing. Greg smiled as he looked at him, and then looked at Clay - he brushed his hair away from his face and took a deep breath. They'd made it through the night.