Haunted Wood the local deli is closed, and i need meat

famine lifted his head from its resting place and began to look around. the world, once black, had transformed into a collage of diluted smudges and misplaced rays of light. he was disinterested in the scene as a whole, but found something worth investigating in the blobs which moved haphazardly through his shield of vision.

frustrated and confused, famine moved forward. there were new things everywhere; the smell of milk was enticing, but he managed to ignore it. small growls erupted from his stomach and throat, the latter being quieted as he clenched with intention onto his sister's paw. 

vibration, though light, drew his attention elsewhere. famine turned and looked around, his eyes finally settling on the bright blob of red. he crawled toward her, stumbling as he went, and again, opened his jaws wide to have a taste. he would soon learn that conquest's taste wasn't as flavorful, and subsequently abandon that part of his mission.

famine tilted his head back and released an aggressive cry of growing dissatisfaction. there was another blob, this one hardly distinguishable from the dark walls of the den. would it be worth it?

he crawled forward, bobbing to and fro, missing his target twice before securing his grip. famine didn't like this one's taste either, but having grown tired from his lengthy expedition, the boy settled into a ball and began to snore at his brother's side.

The newborn suckled at mother's side, living a peaceful existence despite the occasional shove, nibble and bite. Sometimes he did get hurt, but he was getting used to the sensation and quieted his protests against it. He took a rather passive approach to living with his family in the den, letting trouble trouble him but trying not to cause it himself to avoid another hiccup that would send him flying 'cross the only world he knew.

He was rudely awoken by brother Famine and lost track of the nipple he'd been suckling on. He was still hungry, and thus he took his brother's floppy ear in his mouth and began suckling once again. How strange, no milk came out of this one...

Minding her own business Conquest was curled up closer to the face of their mother, enjoying her presence more than anything, the peace that was rare and bathing in a moment of peace. Even now in the moment of peace, it was broken. Rudely enough, one of the other bodies crawled over and began nibbling on her, again! This time, having a little more movement than she did before, flopped into the direction with an attempt to bite. A reaction that would grow and become second nature to the ever more aggressive Conquest.

Now with eyes almost open, she could see the blurry two-toned babe that was the culprit to some of her discomforts. With a pathetic attempt to growl, it came off more so as a louder cry than usual with her ain't jaws snapping pathetically at the air between them while he crawled off back into the abyss.