Silvertip Mountain Life changes, but memories don't.

He did not understand this guy who kept interrupting him all the time. Stoic was with Solemn, as usual. He boy took a liking towards his twin, although said twin was awfly uninteresting. He did not want to go out to investigate the beyond, nor took much of an interest when Stoic chewed on his ears. Nevertheless, he found his brother much more tolerable than the others. And with time, be began to voice his options, which were mostly shreiks of displeasure or gurgling noises to express his boredom and/or annoyance. 

But looking back up at the dark male, he did not understand. This was not father. He did not understand death, nor frankly knew his father well enough to miss him. But he did not like this stranger towering over them. He tried to growl, though it came out quite unimpressive. Hmph. Who did this person think he was? Stoic was the leader, unlike Adeline refused to believe. He turned away, not bothering to deal with the stranger anymore. Something about him seemed familiar, but how would he know? Best just check to see if his rocks had moved yet.