Golden Glade morbid stuff

welcome to fam or anyone visiting the den!

at slightly over a month old, orr is still mostly a lump, dimly charcoal (were it not for his ember-licked shoulders, he'd be entirely unremarkable), not particularly nosy or interested in experimenting with sounds. sure, he'd given whining a go, when he's displeased by a lack of warmth or a particularly annoying sibling, had even offered a couple of choice babyish barks. but words? didn't suit him. whether it was because he was lagging developmentally or just quiet by nature isn't exactly clear. especially for him, being a child, and all. not exactly able to parse out these sorts of things.

nevertheless, orr is growing, and if he lacks in noise-making, he more than makes it up in waddling about. he's not so much interested in making a break from the den -- what's the point, when his mom (and consequently, his food) and his siblings and the general protective warmth of the den are all right here? who cares what the outside world has to offer? so instead he spends most of his time paddling around the den, clumsily climbing his siblings (/parents, when they're in the vicinity), amusing himself with the up-and-down of walking. and, occasionally, not realizing how close he is to the edge of the den and bonking into the wall. like, as in, right now, and an indignant shriek escapes him at the -- well, at the indigninty of it.