Hushed Willows It's a new day, but it all feels old

A stinging pain lingered on his forehead, and then seemingly proceeded to run down into his eyes. Though the burning of his eyes was caused by tears and not the collision, he’d quickly lumped the two together. The blame, of course, was all put onto the paler mass. He should have either stopped or gone in a different direction from the very beginning, rather than ramming into the eldest boy’s head! As tears started to slip out of his eyes, a disgruntled gurgling sound arose from the back of his throat. He was not happy about what had happened, and would definitely never, ever forgive his brother!

That had been the plan, anyways, but he’d quickly forgotten what troubled him as the pain started to ebb. The process was pushed along when the movements of the other were taken notice to, for curiosity overruled his earlier distress. Over to his brother had the masked wolf started to crawl, wanting to find out what it was that the blob was doing.