Ein had curled up when she had lifted him from the ground on pure instinct alone, body contorting into a fetal like position on the premise of surrender for that split second of confusion beyond that he was being lifted. That was before he had assumed that she was going to force him back into the den and the result had been his protest and attempt to squirm out of her firm grip upon his flesh and fur. And like any rebellious child the last thing he wanted was to be shoved back in the den. Simply, he wanted to explore. To question and discover the world. He was ready to face it …or so he thought. He really didn’t know what the outside world held for him, nor even what the future would hold. As it was he had not been born with the gifts of the Seers. Few were.
The dimness of the den had given way to the light of the outside world and he slammed his paw against the earth again, seemingly delighted with the stir of dust in the air though he breathed in as the lazily floating particles tickled his black, leathery nostrils and accordingly he let out a sneeze that rocked his body. He blinked a few times and twitched his nose before he glimpsed left and right at the prison of Thistle’s legs deigned to keep him back. “Nu,” He looked up at Thistle with a crestfallen expression nudging her leg as if he intended to move it. Maybe if he could turn on the puppy dog eye trick it would charm her into letting him out of the furry prison he’d been placed in and restricted too.
