Swiftcurrent Creek dude, stop calling me bro

maybe @Morena? anyone who might be in the den is welcomed though!

He had gorged himself upon the milk provided from whichever mother had been closest and felt rather energetic, likely as a result of the nutrients but he was probably going to crash soon. His first order though was figuring out where his sister was. Without many functioning senses, he had to feel his way around the den in order to find her. Which was not an easy task considering he was all pudge with short limbs.

Eventually he bumped into something though and what he had bumped into hadn't been sorted out just yet. A wall? A family member? He'd have to prod with his nose to figure that out.

Yee was just about to ask for a sibling thread! <3

Sleep and food, food and sleep. The staples of life, such as they were. Morena was content to eat her fill and sleep it off in something of an endless cycle. Today was no different; she had finished her meal by finding a nice spot to curl up in, content with the warmth of the den. She probably would have fallen asleep right there, but something bumped into her, ruining naptime.

She cried her squeaky protest, not that she could hear it, and squirmed around until she got a nose full of her brother's scent. Oh, was it play time? She flailed tiny limbs in excitement.

phone post incoming

The warmth that he found and the flail of limbs alerted him to his discovery. In other words, he was the best tracker the world had ever seen and no one could convince him otherwise. Although it seemed like his sister was pretty good too. He might have been squinty about the thought had his eyes not already been shut.

Anyway, he didn’t try to greedily bite at her as much as he did the adults. That didn’t mean she was saved from his prodding nose though. Soter was not fond of the flailing of limbs (even if he did the same thing a lot, that was different in his mind) and so he partially-unintentionally attempted to push his nose into her side and see if that might reset his sister’s over active limbs to default mode.

She was doing her best to turn around toward her brother, but her best mostly landed her on her back, sort of turned toward her littermate and vulnerable to his prodding nose. She squeaked when he pushed at her, flailing more before she sort of gave up and settled down.

Morena's maw opened instead, and she searched for her brother's fur. The intent was to lick him, but she definitely lacked the coordination to do so on purpose just yet. It wasn't quite as instinctive as suckling, after all.

It seemed both children lacked the coordination to make things work. Soter could only hope he would not be this useless forever. A rotund creature with stout limbs that he barely controlled. This body would not do for long.

For now, it worked well enough as he pressed his face into the soft fur of Morena’s chest. Her scent was familiar and logged under the category of Things That Are Good. It seemed he was content to settle down for now if she would too. Granted knowing Soter, his peaceful act would not last for long.

Hopefully, when they were older she would have the energy to put up more of a fight, though somehow she doubted it already. When her brother nestled into her chest, she slumped bonelessly in return, licking at him a few times before she fell still. 

Playtime was short for now, but it was always nice to curl up with her brother for a nap. In this position, maybe they would even find each other fast enough to play more before sleep crept in once again.