Moonspear the twelve labours

✴       The children were growing day by day, which was expected. Revui grew physically more-so than mentally, which didn't exactly mean he was stupid but he certainly didn't acquire some of the skills the others boasted. He did not speak, for one. Perhaps this was a malady of some form which had been left untreated; perhaps he was just one of those bestial things upon which language did not root itself? It was clear by the way he reacted to the voices of his parents or the shrieks of his siblings that he could hear, that he could understand, but there was no effort made to accept the gift of speech and cultivate it for his own use. He was much more fond of other things.

Other things such as the scouting of the borders (under watch of an adult most often), the chasing of birds and squirrels when he spotted them (which did not amount to much besides being out of breath), and of course, eating things. He had always been an insatiable fiend when it came to meal time—bullying his siblings away from extra rations had earned him some girth. So much so that, at this half-way point of his life, Revui was nearly full grown and he had been experiencing a growth spurt that outclassed his littermates. Whether it persisted for much longer was a mystery. With this new-found size advantage he was an even greater terror, but at the very least it gave him more power with which to chase his quarry.

Such as he was doing now. 

Revui had left the rendezvous site without even trying to conceal himself; he even left behind an eager @Arcturus who had wished to tag along, a rare moment of separation between the titan and his beloved shadow. He passed by @Yama on his way — they were playing with a pelt of some kind — (although it could have been @Yami, they were twins after all and he wasn't exactly a bright child) but the glimpse did not garner his attention for long, and he continued.

The mountain slopes were cut haphazardly by the paths of the adults; some were clearly marked and headed along the borders, others petered out across the hillside to groves or open spaces he had yet to explore. He took a breath, chose a path, and then bolted along the wolf-sized corridor between the many plant-things. Whatever he found he would happily investigate, but he desperately hoped it would be something he could sink his teeth in to. 

5 months old, equates to being a preteen / on the cusp of adolescence.