Blackfeather Woods ikniqpalagaq

For @Tunerk only please. Forward dated a few days for eyes to open.

Life had been moving along just as well as it always had. Though he had very little frame of reference for how well the world should have been working, he had grown to become attached to the habits that were created around his life. Sos would eat until his belly was full and satisfied, and oftentimes he would rest until he had gathered enough strength to wander himself away from the warmth of Shivali’s pale coat. Enough of his own fur had thickened that he did not shudder when he wandered, but his eyes had not granted him the ability to know just how far he was going or how he should return to where he was before. At least, that was until the early hours of the morning when he had sneezed violently and found that the world had taken a different shade.
 
By no means was his vision perfect, and he struggled to make out the shapes that were forming in his cloudy blue gaze. Sos peered with a stern expression on his youthful features, drinking in the strange happening that had granted him the ability to now see colors and distorted blobs that he could only assume belonged to the family scent he had grown used to. On teetering limbs, the young bear meandered his way toward a distinctly brown figure that was roughly his size. Sos opened his mouth and released a quiet, ”oof,” as he careened into Tunerk.