Seaside Moors burnt the fire of thine eyes?

rainy days made for perfect nap days. val snoozed, opening an eye only as he heard the rain let up. poking his head carefully out of the den, he noticed both mamans were gone -- prompting him to poke back into the den and nose his siblings for attention.

when that didn't work and they swiped him away, val wandered of the den and somehow, by stroke of luck or fate, saw erzulie loping away. he clumsily chased after her, thinking this was some new game -- only for his grin to disappear as she stopped and met a wolf at their borders.

valravn's sheepish gaze climbed up, measuring this new wolf in interest. but if he did not remember his biological mother (and he didn't), he certainly did not remember her. coming to rest shyly behind erzulie's chestnut hocks, valravn peered at the nomedic and her fresh kill with mute but keen interest. "whozzat?" he probed his nose into the small of his second dam's hock, his voice quiet but insistent. who??