Phantom Hollow There is no way of telling how long they'll be gone

Editing in a fade to archive.  :)

He was growing swiftly, and his interest in the world beyond the family's den heightened with each day that passed. Venamis' vision, despite unknowingly being abnormal, had sharpened considerably; bright colours were few and far between in Phantom Hollow, but he was drawn to each and every one he happened across. Be it a simple stalk of grass or a glimpse of a vivid Springtime sky between the twisted branches above, the little Melonii always thirsted for more.

When he noticed his brother venture from the burrow, the obsidian spiderling was quick to head outside in search of him - likely much to Revan's annoyance. He moved as promptly as his strengthening limbs would allow, baby blue gaze settling on the other cub just as he gathered himself to turn on (what he assumed to be) Venamis himself.

He responded defensively, scruffy tail flagging at his rear as he barked rebelliously at the sibling who he felt the need to challenge him: "ARF!"

Revan barely responded, and Ven grew tired of awaiting the reaction he hoped for. As such, he felt safe to assume that his brother accepted his place in the pecking order. Turning away and leaving the other boy to explore on his own, the young Melonii basked in the satisfaction of asserting himself successfully.