The black Fantôme had begun to get used to the harsh voice that was so different from his mother's voice. The voice came and murmured words and sounds that he did not understand but it started to provide a small sense of comfort that before only his mother had been able to give before.
The dark pup squirmed as something tickled his ears which meant the voice had arrived again. He twisted against the soft fur and opened his eyes. Opened his eyes. The pup blinked and stared around in awe. His gaze settled down on his mother, then on his sister beside him and finally onto the voice. He let out a cry at his accomplishment and attempted to scramble towards the direction of the paler tiny form beside him but failed.
The Fantôme tried to make his way towards the black furred food provider but couldn't seem to move, he whined, frustrated and turned to stare at the voice with the pale fur. Fur paler than his mother and his sister. He blinked, wide blue gaze on him.
