Moonspear hungry like the wolf

✴        The months since his arrival from the void had gone by so quickly - every moment filled with new experiences, new faces, and a gradual acclimitisation that meant he was leaving that empty space behind for good. Revui still felt comforted by the dark of the early morning hours or the deepness of the late night, but his connection with what came before had faded in his periphery.

He was growing larger every day. His limbs were long and tipped with disproportionate paws, his head had become too big for the rest of him, his ears too tall and his senses too sharp; soon enough the great big world wasn't just too big but also too busy, with sights and sounds and smells crowding in atop one another. The worst of the changes came on another morning - before the too bright sun had broken through the hazy cloudscape - and it came as a blossoming pain in the boy's jaws.

He did not think about his siblings in these moments. He reacted with sharp whines and intermittent yowling, both a direct opposite to his usual habit of being a brooding protector - no, this morning Revui was like a thing possessed as he sought out something to make the pain stop. He roused his siblings with his noises, or with a violent snap of his puppy teeth at their tall ears and curled tails, only to find more pain as soon as his little teeth touched their soft bodies. He clamored along the hillside and soon found a discarded piece of timber which he set upon with gusto, gnawing on it with intermittent yelps and squeals from the irritation of his weak baby teeth.

After a few minutes he could taste the odd metallic flavor of blood (currently associated with food or with his siblings which he was a little too rough with) and only stopped his gnawing after a particularly sharp stinging bade him to. He recoiled from the stick and stared, suddenly, at the shining red tooth jutting from the surface of the stick.