Blackfeather Woods At least we'll both be numb

The world is at peace for only a moment before things start to happen. Things that a newborn prince doesn't fully understand. He withdraws his snout from the obstacle, Kendra, but barely manages an inch between them when his sister responds by clamping onto his nose. Her toothless mouth does no damage, but his whines intensify as discomfort becomes his most prevalent emotion. In all this chaos, he doesn't notice the unseen visitor beyond the threshold of the den. He knows only Kendra.

But then his father moves, and in the process, lightly buffets Pietro with a hastily moving paw as he snaps to the den's entrance with a protective snarl that his pups cannot hear nor appreciate. It's a gentle tap with almost no potential to harm, but the shock of it is enough to make the sensitive newborn wail into his sibling's jowls and throw his paws forward, a bit of a squalling tantrum. One of them connects with Kendra's cheek, and the other bops her lightly on the nose.