Silvertip Mountain A new phase.

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The second born was only sometimes pushed over and rolled like a sad, pathetic log. He usually sent out warning cries as he fell, but would refuse to roll- plopping on the dirty floor with an annoyed whine. He did not know why this movement was so challenging, it was like some unknown force was seriously trying to hinder his development. But that was fine, maybe he'd just forever crawl. No one else crawled, as far as he knew.

Recently, things had been given sounds. He didn't know the word for them, but these beautiful things rang through his ears sometimes. They were annoying too, his siblings around him were loud and cried often, begging too much for something already being given to them. The she-beast had a voice too, but her's rarely sounded nice. The young babe felt little comfort in it, and preferred her only for food and warmth. Today, he woke with ambition, and began to exercise the muscles on his face by flexing them hardcore. Suddenly, he released with a strange relaxation, and they- oh my god- opened!

The pup was astonished, the quietest of the bunch letting out a loud cry of confusion. What?! it called out. What does this mean?! He looked around furiously for a moment, the light outside of wherever they were blinding him harshly. He forced them shut again and turned his sweet little head, back towards the she-beast and her beastlings. He opened again, trying to figure out what this was, and suddenly was putting blurred blobs to sounds. He could even put the scents to them, but it was mostly just one giant scent- and it smelled mostly of milk.