Silvertip Mountain This will be your task.

Stoic followed his mother's guidance outside the den. Something had happened, he could feel it. But he did not know his father enough to cry, it was as simple as that. Had he not been partially blind upon meeting his sire, he may have felt differently. But as of now, something had made his mother upset.. and he was not happy. He blinked up at the strange male. Father? No, he was not his father. Therefore, he didn't care much for the strange male. "Stock," He briefly mumbled, as much as his mouth and brain could work together. Mother had called him that a few times, so that was probably his name. There was also Ood, Lyn, and Sol. That was their names, and Sol was his brother. It was shocking how much they looked alike, Stoic was quite frightened the first time his eyes opened to see himself. He had cried at Zaria that Sol had taken his face, but to no avail. Nevertheless, he was a quite content child, despite his tendency to wander.

After his brief moment of staring at the stranger, he barrled past Steady, between his legs and into the bushes beyond. There were all sorts of things to taste, rocks.. grass.. he even found a frog once! He liked chasing the birds when they did not see him, and although he was still quite small, he was growing. Rapidly.