this is the madness

"it's adorable!"

Thistle felt that she was an observant wolf, but even she did not see the makings of the jealousy that dug in her eldest son's hide. She had mistakingly thought that her children would get along and that they were far too young to feel disappointment or jealousy of any kind. A mistake she would find in time to truly mark the path the children walked. She had noticed herself that Ragnar had taken Tveir out of the den and she wondered if he would do the same with the other children. As all three began to get restless and cranky with their living quarters. They had less than a week before they would have the ritual and then they could be outside with their hearts content, but it was a week and a week was a long time to little ones.

She tilted her head and watched as Ein tried to sneak towards the den mouth. Checking to be certain the other two were sleeping she crept up behind her eldest and grasped him firmly by the scruff. She stepped gently out of the den with him hanging there and placing him down but keeping her paws on either side of him she spoke. Alright Ein you can be right here, but if you so much as attempt to go somewhere other than between your mother's paws. I will put you back inside. She didn't know how much he would understand but she hoped enough that he would get the just she would hate to make him go back down into the cave mouth when he could sit at her paws and look about the world.