Silvertip Mountain A new phase.

When the first few shapes began to form in front of his view, he did not understand. Yet, it did not take long for him to take joy in actually knowing where he was going. This were hazy, blurry even but soon he began to adjust to the blinding light. He was, however still coming to terms with the other blobs that shared the space with him. Mother was big, he noted. And so was the figure he came to call Father. Would he be that big one day? He sure hoped so. Then he could sit on sister without the threat of her chewing on his face. Insufferable, they were. Except for Brother whom he quite liked. He generally stayed quiet and non active, much to Stoics approval. 

He instantly took to rummaging around the den, much like he had when he could not see. Everything was so WEIRD. There were walls, and rocks and bits of stuff and.. well, Mother's nose was much bigger than he had anticipated. Nevertheless, he was happy and made everyone know the fact. Excited yips of approval of his newfound superpower was given, and instantly wondered if his siblings could see to. He found them, using the vision, and roughly began clambering over them, exploring his siblings forms as he searched for his own teat to feed from. Mother seemed the like him more, as his constant attempts at getting her attention did infact, work. He had claimed his place upon her feet, which was much more comfortable than being squashed by Sister. But for now, he was quite content to just laying around.. for now.