Swiftcurrent Creek the season to be jolly

With the two bodies out of his way, the grey princeling scooted forward, trying his best to reach his siblings quickly. The huge thing that lived in the den with them made noises that Trajan could not really comprehend, he scrunched up his features in mild confusion, not really knowing why he was doing this in first place but still trying his best to move quickly.

Suddenly, the tiny Angelus Mortis tripped on something and was hurled into the air, it was not an enjoyable experience at all and it grew even worse when he landed flat on his face. Immediately, he began batting the air angrily, his back against the ground, jaws parting letting out an ear piercing wail. The prince was not happy at all.