unknown soldier

Ein had managed to wiggle away from Gyda’s side having squished her between Tveir and himself at some point, in some manner that likely involved a lot of climbing, harmless munching of ears which had seemed to become the First Born’s favorite past time besides eating and sleeping, more conquering of his siblings as if they were great mountains, and maybe some sort of separation by one of their parents’ (we can assume it was Ragnar probably). Ein wasn’t entirely sure because he’d probably been fast asleep when it had happened. After all, he couldn’t be sure because it wasn’t like he could see. Instead he had felt the notable size difference between the two other squirming things and sensed on a basic, instinctual level — which was the level in which Ein knew anything — that it was the smallest of them and therefore it needed to be protected. Even if he could have heard Thistle’s words he would not have liked stopped in his endeavor of trying to get away from her grooming tongue.

Thistle continued to speak to her deaf, eldest son, creating a fantasy of what she imagined him to be as he grew up: who she envisioned he would become. If he were capable of hearing her, and furthermore comprehending what she was saying the idea might have entirely captivated him (because what boy doesn’t want to hear that his mother thinks he will be a king among men wolves?). It was a high opinion of him and his still mysterious and unknown future abilities. Ein had no idea who he’d be; he wasn’t even sure what he was knowing only the simple truth that he existed. For now, that was good enough for Ein. There was a continuous vibration, one that had different pitches (or deepness) from the thing that well…he didn’t exactly know as mother yet, but at the very least he knew as food source. It was an interesting thing and he wiggled closer to her, pausing, whole body tensing when she licked one of his little folded ears. He let out an indignant “stop it mother, it’s embarrassing” cry though it sounded just like any other cry he let loose.