Bearclaw Valley when the sunlight is arising

He slept soundly, unaware of the hateful looks thrown their way, of the ever growing contempt and the silent request their foster mother pleaded of her sister as they stood outside the den. Astyanax was comfortably huddled against Glaucos, bathing in the warmth and pleasant, dreamless sleep before suddenly he was abruptly pulled from the abyss of unconsciousness.

There was no reason for it. The boy's head whipped up and he blinked blearily in the darkness, before he glanced at the daylight filtering in near the entrance. Mindlessly he stood and began to waddle towards the mouth of the den, yawning and shaking out his body as he did so. As he reached the opening, however, he paused and took in the unexpected sight of the two adults standing just before him, both a stark contrast of each other. One, Ikkalrok's imposter, the other, a pale being he had only seen once before.

He stared, blinking, remaining frozen to the spot and entirely unaware of the wordless conversation that was taking place.