Bearclaw Valley a predicament

He hadn't quite yet comprehended the fact that his own mother was dead. He knew only that this woman they now nursed from, these new walls they slept in; it was all different. Astyanax spent most of his time either sleeping or staring at the dark mass who had replaced their bear of a mother. Like Glaucos, he too noticed she was gone often, a stark difference to what was the near constant presence of Ikkalrok.

They had also gained two older siblings, and similar in manner to the new imposter-mother, these two were far more rough with them.

The thick stench of urine woke Astyanax from his nap, and he peered through the darkness towards the faint glow at the entrance of the den. There, just outside, stood his brother, standing in a puddle of his own making, attention locked on something beyond their new home. The boy scrambled to his paws to make his way towards the entrance curiously, his own gaze drawn to the sky as a bright flash arcs across the void, highlighting a larger being bearing down upon Glaucos from behind.

Fear causes his heart to race, yet a sense of protectiveness over his brother coaxes Astyanax towards the dark form Glaucos was oblivious to. Despite his bumbling gait, the boy makes his way over to the nearest ankle as quick as he can, unsheathing needle sharp puppy-teeth and aiming to latch onto it in a foolish show of dominance.