Redhawk Caldera rising of the moon

it was so quiet, so peaceful. the pup laid around on his plump tummy and suckled and napped the day away, content on so many levels... until the peace was broken. 

tegan, who'd had his eyes open for a whole week by now, was actually quite bothered by that screech. he too sat up rigid and confused, but for different reasons. his own vision was still pretty blury and useless, but he understood somethings by now. his eyes-- bright and puppy-teal-- shot around to the source of the nose. it turned out to be none other than one of his punchy siblings(whom tegan saw as nothing more than a small gray blur). no longer hungry, the eldest blackthorn baby let out a distressed noise, something inbetween a whine and a screech, and batted his tiny paws against the ground. that would show them! messing with his peace and quiet...