Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

With everyday came new discoveries for the princes of Neverwinter Forest. Very recently, the two had discovered their legs. Though they had been unsteady at first, the boys soon found their stability. With the ability to walk, the boys had found that their days were filled with more excitement. Sometimes, the two would race about at high speeds while other times the pair would slow their pace to slink about. In addition to their ability to walk, the pair found that slowly-- but steadily-- their vision and hearing was getting better with each day. Very much like his soot-covered brother, the silver prince had developed quite the vocabulary as well. “Mah and Dah” were the words he associated with his mother and father respectively. His word for Cypress? “Bah”. Often, his brother was associated as ‘brother’ and not by his name-- so Rannoch latched onto this sound to associate with his older sibling.
 
He was napping when Cypress first went on the prowl, dreaming lightly as the first golden rays of ending of the day stretched into the den. As suddenly as he had found himself napping earlier that afternoon, the boy found himself awake as commotion filled the air. His head shot up as Cypress began his daring attack on the nearby chew toy, blinking quickly as he attempted to get a better look of what was going on. His eyes darted from his brother’s bobbing for to the rawhide and as he observed he found himself bristling.

Clumisly, he jumped to his paws and scampered to his brother’s side, his tail whipping wildly and barks eruping from his mouth. The heat of the moemnt had distracted the child on the fact that he had taken his first steps. There was no time to relish in the drama-- his brother needed his help! With his needle-like fangs exposed, the boy lashed out to grip the devious inanimate object and shook his head, as if he were teaching it a lesson it would never forget.