Sawtooth Spire I was drunk, said I was sober, and you said yeah right

Wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, Thade could feel that today would be different even before he found out for sure that it was. Wylla exuded the keen, taut energy of a drawn bowstring -- no doubt in anticipation of presenting her invaluable offspring to the undeserving masses -- and her son fed instinctively from the aural vitality like a ravenous sponge. But being utterly unfamiliar with the natural thrum of excitement in the air, and uncertain of what was to come, Thade soured into an anxious, fidgety mess; capable only of bellyaching as he and Phaedra were shortly abandoned to the empty corners of their den.

The boy quieted at the sound of Wylla's megaphoned voice. He'd never been able to hear it so clearly before, and his bobblehead tilted as the sound filled the whole wolf's nest and enveloped the entirety of his world. Though unaware that this trumpeting heralded the coming expansion of his universe, Thade began to quiver in anticipation of something new.

C'mon, then.

Thade scrambled out into the open, and while his precious sister was distracted with a flight of geese overhead, he made an errant run to first check both parents for any expulsion of leftovers... though all he received was the sharp upturn of their muzzles, and a sound dashing of any predictions he might've been mistaking as assurances. So he turned to his sparkling new surroundings with sparkling new expectations; sussing out every patch of cold ground and exposed tuft of grass he could find -- wading through the strange freshness of it all -- and finding it easy, then, to miss the figures trickling in on the fringes of their densite.

He swung around at the sound of Mahler's voice, indicating towards Star, and at last it seemed to dawn on him that the foursome were not alone. He stared for a long moment at the she-wolf's brilliant white fur, as if mesmerized by it, but his nose wiggled and took him beelining in another direction. Towards the bewitching smell of blood.

Having not yet earned a reasonable apprehension towards strangers, the toddler Skarp blundered nosily upon Nyx, who was interesting in her own right, but not the source of what had drawn him over in the first place. After thoroughly checking around her paws, and nipping at an ankle to "make sure," he meandered away towards where the scent grew stronger and wound up reined in at the feet of Quellcrist and Wintersbane: right where a rabbit corpse sat ripe for the taking.

He didn't know why he wanted it -- having never seen meat before that wasn't half digested -- but he made a grab for the delicious-smelling thing anyway; feeling that whatever it was, it definitely belonged in his mouth.