Blackfeather Woods words are wind, my friend

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There was a silence about the family den and Atshen was currently indulging in it. He was sprawled out in the nest, his belly facing the sky, as he enjoyed the simplicity of the moment. There were no siblings to ruin this for him, nor was there anybody, really. There was only Atshen and his thoughts. Despite this, there wasn’t much to the child’s thoughts. There was no fantasy nor were there any whimsicality-- there was only darkness.

Despite his enjoyment in the time alone, the dark-furred child remained stoic in expression as he stared at the ceiling of the den. Hopefully, for everybody's sake, nobody would ruin this for Atshen. It would be quite unfortunate if anybody did happen upon the Spiderling in that moment.