Horizon Ridge There's a big light

The only reason Ein had taken notice of the light to the distance was because Tveir’s initial curiosity and scolding. He chewed (gumming is probably a more accurate word) thoughtfully on his lump of regurgitated meat, milky blue eyes studying Thistle as she scolded Tveir on his attempt to slink to the light, moved to her mini-me in question whose ears had slunk down to his head, his look of dejection obvious as it poured off of him in waves as he plopped his little bum down by the mouth of the den. Another mouthful of his meat was taken and he glimpsed over his shoulder at Gyda for a few seconds before he looked back to the light, trying to assess what it was Tveir did wrong and why Thistle had chastised him for going near the unknown. The cusp of the world beyond the small, comfortable and safe little den they had came to know as home. He took a drink, suckling for a few seconds upon Thistle letting the warm milk smooth the meat down his throat before he detached himself and pushed himself to his paws, stretching as nonchalantly as he could.

Ein turned his body to face the light, glimpsing from it, to Tveir, to Thistle and then back to the light where his gaze, adapting to the predator instincts within him, zeroed in on it. He was going for it figuring that Tveir’s problem was he had let Thistle talk him down. Suddenly, Ein launched himself forward, ears slicking back as he pushed himself to run towards the light, his gaze ferocious and determined, ignoring any sort of reprimands Thistle might have sent his way as he drew closer to the light. Closer, closer, closer ….He was so close he could taste the outside, the great beyond and he wanted it. Only to have to slam on the brakes when a shadow fell over, blocking out the light and Ragnar slid into the mouth of it, claws digging furiously into the earth, back paws and bum skidding across it as he tried to avoid slamming head first into his father’s side.

He came to a lurching stop just before he rammed into Ragnar’s shoulder, tilting his head back to look up at the man as he squinted in a ‘no fair’ fashion.