Bearclaw Valley underground big

Edit just to note that his happens before this thread

The tense, tumultuous climate a few days prior had quietened now into a familiar sort of calm; Astyanax much preferred this. Granted, he wasn't much aware of the danger that had come right up to their doorstep, how he and his brother had come so close to having their blood smeared across the den's walls, only to be protected by their as of yet nameless, mostly absent father.

So the boy made for the outside world, showing no caution as he waddled from the den's mouth and out into the open. It was a cloudy day, rain falling gently and causing the dirt to turn into water-logged mud. Astyanax wandered forward, disregarding the view as he focused intently on a stick poking out of a puddle, eager to reach it.