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

Eros had, to the best of his abilities, braced himself against whatever was to come—which was nothing at all. Instead of charging forward, the other boy had stayed in placed and watched him, just as the masked whelp was doing. It was almost like a staring contest, but not quite, given their limited vision. It hadn’t lasted for very long, either, as the eldest of the trio grew bored. No longer interested in the other mass, or curious about what he might do, the boy had turned himself about and began crawling in the opposite direction. Should he not be stopped, he’d continue forward and explore the den until he tired.