Blackfeather Woods See? The world is a barren place

This morning had been an amazing one for not so little Vassago. Little Pyro probably got a pretty good nights sleep because the little chestnut boy slept between the paws of his mother, and when he woke up, something simply glorious happened: his sealed eyelids separated, and bright blue eyes blinked quite a few times in hopes to see better. It didn't clear his blurry vision, of course, but he could see some blurry shapes around him. The dark blob was the one who brought life, food, and the smaller version of her was the one whom he'd been brought into this life with. Soon after, another revelation beheld the little boy; each of his legs could now support him, if only for a short time. Stretching out one limb at a time and, eventually, pulling himself to his paws, Vassago stood like what could be compared to a shaky fawn standing after birth.
He stumbled over to his mothers belly when movement, the grey blob that was usually distant from them, came closer. Burke's big head became a little clearer, and Vassago could clearly make out his nose and muzzle. Instead of rediscovering all he'd done with sight, the little one turned and pawed shakily at his father. One paw settled on the older mans nose, and Vassago set to exploring with his face not half an inch from whatever he looked at with newly opened blue eyes.