Moonspear in roaring he shall rise

his milky blue eyes were still narrowed, their azure depths punctured by radiant light that he was too juvenile to behold fully in its splendor. he recognized brightness, and warmth, but the shapes eluded him. the finer details of life were yet to come.

he slumped against his brother, who by now was a familiar form. not mother, but familiar. his little ears pricked from their floppy half-mast position as he heard a noise, and gurgling, he attempted to clamber atop revui. the warmth was scintillating, tantalizing -- he let loose a tiny yawn, suddenly overcome by sleepiness as the sun spread across his darkened form.