Bearclaw Valley don’t get lost in heaven, they got locks on the gates

at midnight he wasn't, but by dawn he was. apophis blinked into existence that morning without drama, the secondborn of the litter and second in other ways; there was little that was interesting about him at this stage and small for now he was easy to overlook. the dark cub with his eyes shut tightly closed and a wiggling little body felt out his mother's stomach hastily, but nothing else existed in his world for now except her, and so once he was comfortable and content he moved little, a tiny stone of a puppy, quiet and still if not for the slight rise and fall of his back as he breathed.