Noctisardor Bypass the universe had to fall apart

stubbornness sets in; unyielding. a few breaths are taken, a small rest from his effort to army crawl, well, like a slug across the birthing den floor and he's at it again. subconsciously ( or consciously? ), he notes arbiter's absence keenly. with a newborn's woefully underdeveloped hunter's instinct, buried deep within the very marrow of his bones, slug-pingasut searches for her to no avail. the shifting shadows of the den offer him no reassurances. he turns himself around so he faces his sisters and then with a grunt wiggles towards kaertok next, weak nose working furiously though it, also yet, is too weak.