Blackfeather Woods my sun and stars

Quite the opposite of his sister, Abraxas had grown to be silent, except for his random screeches that he seemed to emit at random. His ears had begun to unfold in the slightest, and on occasion, he would catch the odd noise. It would be a few more days until they were to be fully functional, but the male was growing fast, and remained a comfortably average size as compared to his siblings. Today, he started from his sleep by a noise, the sensation still uncannny. It was the screeching tone of one of his fellow blobs, coincidentally, the one who was at fault of the noise most of the time. 

He rolled away from the little pile of sleeping blobs he had collapsed beside, and blinked open his blue eyes, gaze falling on the shape of dark screeching blob and big milk-blob. Someday, he would come to know her as mother, but for now, she was defined only by her use, which was great. He stood, wobbling in the slightest, and slowly, trepidly, made his way to big milk-blob. He did not seem to comprehend the paw attached to the big leg in his way, and he hit it in his forward momentum, unsteady legs giving away as he plopped on his face. Upset at this turn of events, he gave an unhappy little sound that may have passed for a pathetic attempt at a growl.