Redtail Rise deathblow

aw, especially pups!

The Berserkr returns from a short excursion to the sea.

On the way home, incredible luck had befallen him—as if it were a gift from the gods, a fish careened from the sky and hit the ground with a wet thud. Stunned, the boy looked up to see two eagles locked in claw-to-claw aerial combat. Their distant screeches rang in his ears. Hastily, the boy snatched the fish and continued home before the birds would notice his thievery.

He thinks of where to cache it—ever vigilant to avoid letting Carrion see it—and thinks of New Snow and her children. Mulherin knew they had been born around a month ago, but hadn't met the crew yet. He feels enough time has passed, it was time to meet them.

Having a vague idea of where the den is, he searches for @Mountain Boulder, or @New Snow, or @Moon Runner to show him the way.

He calls out with an amiable bark.

tags for ref/joining! <3

a booming bark was given in rejoinder.

the young berserkr would happen upon the den in time to see one of the pups jab the hunt-lead in the jaw, and for mountain boulder to respond with a trail of digested meat.

the ulfhedinn chuffed in vague amusement.

his yellow eyes took in the lean-carved shoulders of the younger hunter, the lithe power in night eye's build. he thought of red woman. 

surely she would be pleased to know that even after all the upheavals, son and daughter had inherited the pack. and even that a second child had gone further, carrying melonii blood to another part of the world.

raven step replaced the juvenile's name.

mountain boulder rumbled for the children to pay attention to raven step; one by one he sought to roll Tuesdays Twilight, @Tuesdays Dawn, and @Tuesday Afternoon onto their backs in front of the leader, enforcing whatever slight sense of hierarchy might be emerging in them.

now with semi-functional sight and limbs, tuesday's dawn was becoming slightly less of a menace. he sprouts from little pebble to a defined stone, bathed in granite and gunsmoke and all his father's might.
the problem came with using it.
he is rolled around and instinctively, he lashes back with a glimmer of milkteeth and a high-pitched grumble. he flounders for a moment before climbing atop his siblings, stepping on the spine of twilight and crushing the feet of afternoon. it was less a show of dominance and more an attempt at going back to his napping spot, but perhaps there was a bit of i'm boss, back off in there too.

Twilight proved to actually be a child beneath the rolls of fat, defined now by her predilection for sitting directly on her rear instead of on her haunches. That was what she was up to that day, watching the leaves blow in a spring breeze.

She took the rolling with a grumble and a brief flail of her limbs, before she settled against the ground, blinking owlishly.

Of course, then her brother stepped on her. A wheeze promised retaliation, and she whipped around to snap with sharp little milk teeth at his ankles, a sharp reminder that she would not be pushed around.

Mountain Boulder receives him, and he arrives in time to watch the man spew out his stomach contents for the hungry mouths that pestered him. The boy drops the fish he's been holding and nudges it toward the huntlead; something to refill his stomach with in the meantime.

Now, he can really see them.

There were three small forms, still so delicately tiny the Berserkr could only marvel at the sight. Had he really been that small at one time? It was hard to fathom.

And then, the man formally presents the trio to him—gathering and rolling them over. A thin smile warms his lips at the gesture, and soon the display descends into disorder as the pups trample and mouth at one another.

He feels a sense of pride at their incoherent rebellion; even in this stage he sensed they were strong and spirited.

Tail wagging gently, the boy gingerly sniffs at the rambunctious one as he wiggles by, then moves to examine the other two similarly.

the dawn boy snapped. were he older, mountain boulder might not have defied what could be seen as defiance.

the twilight girl punished with needle fangs. he was amused at her, proud of them both for their fierce interactions.

the afternoon child kept away, watchful.

the huntlead glanced at the berserkr, content now to only watch and perhaps half-doze.

twilight challenges him!
the snapping of her little alligator jaws causes a stir of something like anger in the dawn boy. his whiny growls echo through the cavernous space, and he rears up with a haphazard plan to retaliate.
this plan, of course, was to simply smack his sister around.
he clumsily rotates to meet her and, with all the fierceness of a butterfly, tackles her with his sharp baby teeth aimed at her nape. he struggles for a moment before he latches on, tail stiffly raised in a flag high above his haunches.
if he were older, this would certainly be a lot more dramatic, but for now his caregivers can be entertained by the development of hierarchy between siblings.

Brother whips around like an easily spooked squirrel, and she takes a moment of pride in his expression before he bears down on her. Sharp needle teeth meet her scruff and she releases a snarl, bucking her head backwards to try and crack her brother right in the noggin.

If said action failed, she went directly in for a latch on his chest, growling like a demon.

A fight ensues.

The two clamor and bite at one another.

The Berserkr watches with an amused gleam in his eye; thinking of his own siblings at that age.

Hoping to turn the tables for the girl, he gives her attacker, her pudgy brother, a gentle nudge with his nose that would topple him off of her.

He is curious to see if he would recover, or would the girl take this opportunity and pin him down? 

This was a test of spirit. He would meddle in their antics no further, unless roped in.

they scuffled.

father and leadership stood back as they finished their quarrel.

his bright eyes shone, taking in the ferocity of both rise pups.