Swiftcurrent Creek I'm first in the water

Constantine’s call elicited the attention of his children fairly quickly – the energy that wound in their chubby legs seemed to spring in to action the moment his scent had even begun to drift in to the den. Akatosh was first, and Akavir was close at his brothers heels – smaller, and not quite as fast as his clumsy paws propelled him forward.
 
A grin upon his small muzzle, Akavir yipped, about to greet his father with a slobbery kiss before his eyes darted to the lump of fur on the ground. The scent of coppery blood caused him to falter, and just as quickly as he had sprung from the confines of the den, the dark whelp twisted, his paws clumsily changing their course before he pressed against Akatosh roughly, his ears splayed back to his skull and his lips curling back in a snarl of surprise.