The boy would have found peace in his slumber were it not for the bodies of his siblings. They scrambled to get to wherever it was that puppies needed to be, pawing over or under him. Illidan was pulled from his nap for a moment by a stray limb – which could have very well been his own – and he shuddered violently. The boy opened his eyes and stared at the unclear picture that danced before him. The new colorful world that he had begun to grow used to was not one that he found particularly interesting. Of course, the whelp was unable to make out shapes in his current state, and he saw most of the world as a multicolored blob. Some would occasionally move about, but the world was surprisingly stationary for him.
 
Rolling about, Illidan fixed himself on limbs that were growing stronger with each passing day and worked his way toward Caiaphas in search of lunch. He uttered little squeaks as he scooted along, knowing that the scent of his siblings was near enough to collide with. The boy managed to make it to a teat without incident, and he latched tightly to drink.

The young whelp found that his attempt at nursing was relatively short lived. A pressure had formed at the back of his little frame and soon made its way along his spine - like a weighted blanket - that cloaked his figure. Illidan squeaked in protest but after a few short minutes, had grown used to the sensation of his brother-cloak. The dark hooded young man found an interest in trying to move with the additional weight. His arms stretched and he scrambled to try and wiggle forward but ended up much like a turtle who had stuck its shell on a slightly elevated stone. All of his legs worked together to pull forward but they only succeeded in leaving marks on the den floor and causing a mewl to rise from his mouth. It was not a cry for help, but a chance to spur some sort of immeasurable strength to move himself and Rhakios from where they were. 

With Rhakios slouched over his frame, Illidan was rendered immovable and practically useless. He wiggled as much as he could without the ability to release himself and resigned with a sigh that pushed through spread nares. At least his brother was warm, and he was not far enough away from their mother that he felt as though he should worry. While he wasn’t interested in living his life beneath his darker brother, Illidan was content with falling back to sleep with the young boy cloaked over his own frame. His breathing grew heavier and heavier until he drifted away into a slumber and was whisked away by dreams of the future and the thrill of all that life would bless him with.