Phantom Hollow There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale.

In their little hollow, there was movement. It didn't startle him - the parents and siblings were always shifting around - but he did breathe a groan of annoyance. Whenever Venamis was right on the verge of drifting off into a fat and contented slumber, someone saw fit to disturb him.

A nose poked at his ribs, and he squirmed beneath the touch. It was delivered by one of the adult providers, more specifically the one who supplied him with nourishment, though he was hardly in the mood for her fussing. With a soft mewl of defiance, Venamis pulled himself clumsily onto his belly before he tried to scoot away out of his mother's reach.