Phantom Hollow The price you're paying for your silence.

Over a week had passed since the birth of @Damien and @Nocturnal's litter, and the first of them to open his eyes was Venamis. At first, he took zero notice to his latest development that morning when he roused for one of the day's many feeds; he drank deep his mother's milk, eager to have his fill before a brother or sister attempted to rob him of his favoured teat to suckle.

The sable infant's jaws parted, breaking the suction with a satisfied pop! before his tongue snaked between his lips as he prepared to deliver a wide yawn. It was when his mouth closed over again that his attention was drawn to the unusual shapes around him: blurry and all in muted monochrome shades, he remained quiet and still as he took a few moments to consider what they might be.

He didn't feel threatened or fearful, simply curious as he blinked his new eyes and looked around the family's dim hollow.