Bearclaw Valley the spectacles

He was dreaming a wonderful dream, the kind of dream that slips away the moment your eyes open. The sort that left you feeling grumpy when you couldn't recall it seconds later. Which was precisely what happened when Avicus nudged Aventus, jostling him out of that lovely dream and returning him to the mundane present. Ugh.

He didn't even notice his eyes fluttering open when he woke up. A scowl overtook his babyish features and he grunted out a grumble whose meaning was clear: noooo, go away! His chin drifted back toward the den floor, his eyelids drooped again, and then Avicus nudged him again. This happened on repeat about three or four times before the pup had enough of it. He swung gaping jaws toward her, aiming to club his annoying sister with the full force of his gums. Not a kind thing, considering the milk teeth that had erupted.

He was stilled by the realization that he could see Avicus, a discovery that rushed into the forefront of his mind so quickly it made him feel dizzy to behold the rusting brown of her downy coat. Even moreso when his searching gaze found Astara's eyes, so deep and fathomless a colour that he felt like he was being pulled headlong into it. Unlike Avicus, who reacted with excitement and joy, Aventus shrunk back on himself and whistled a tiny, timorous whine.