Hideaway Strath Third child, restless child

The father beast was never far from the sanctum. A muscular and mighty canine, stripped like a wildcat and fierce as one too. A lot like his elder brother Alduin, something to be marveled at. Atka was neither a mommas boy nor a daddy's boy. No, instead he was all for his brothers. He practically worshiped the ground his big brothers walked on, wherever they were he was sure to be right behind them. 

Of course, that wasn't to say Atka did not love his parents, he constantly licked at the mother beast's nose or nipped his father's chin with sharp needle-like teeth. The prophet had quickly learned food came from the mouth, his favorite kind. The taste of blood had him running around on unsteady feet until he fell flat on his face. 

Yet, as of now, he was entranced by the pebble. A rock. What a beautiful thing. Alduin attacked it without hesitation, how brave he was! Atka soon followed suit, biting into the hard surface. It was soon followed by a yelp of pain, scuttling back to hide between his mother's paws. Lesson learned, do not bite the hard rock. "Rok." He repeated, reaching on his back legs to paw at Simmik's face. I said it! Now feed me. The pup regularly forgot how weak his legs were as he tumbled backward into the woman's chest, shaking himself off with a tiny huff of annoyance.