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Like the others, Larus was oblivious to the cacophony that brewed between his parents. While the girls seemed to be quite in-tune with both adults, the boys were the opposite. The stirring of their mother usually would have brought Larus out of his sleepy stupor, yet somehow the child managed to roll to his other side and continue sleeping - until some noises prodded at his consciousness, namely his sister's insistent shh, which rang out next to his ear. The boy moaned lowly and tried to burrow against the warmth that Maera provided.

The effort served to rouse him more than comfort, though, and Larus blinked in the dim light, awakened. The first thing he saw were Jokull's tiny fangs, bared with a childish rumble, and the runt of the litter instinctively rolled in reverse. He lay with his belly exposed for a moment, his paws wiggling in the empty space above his head, until something else caught his attention.

Jokull was up and moving, and Larus was attentive enough to follow the sounds of her steps; he squirmed against the dirt, mindlessly kicking Maera in the process, and watched Jokull plop herself next to his dear brother. From upside down it was quite a strange sight.

With a huff, Larus gingerly rolled to his tummy and then got to his paws. There was little eagerness within him to truly investigate, but.. Whatever had piqued Valtyr's interest was surely good enough for him too! The boy bludgeoned his way over Maera's little self while she tried to sleep, and came to a halt behind both of his stationary siblings; a final lurch had Larus clumsily slouching across their backs, trying to nose his way towards the burrow entrance and catch sight of whatever was so cool.