Duskfire Glacier Breaking boundaries

For only a day now, the ice prince's dark eyes had been open. All that he could make out were dark, blurry spots and shadows. These were the forms of his litter mates and mother and father (when he visited). He knew them well by smell. But he still found the scent of rich, fatty milk preferable to puppy breath, and the occasional sharpness from a wet bottom.

Entranced and filled with ever growing wonder at the blob like shapes that were his family, Ensio was more active. He was tired of constantly being smushed on the ground! Shuffling in a mighty little rocking motion, his attempt to get his feet under him resulted instead in a barrel roll, forward against Arius and Makatza. He let out a surprised string of chirring little grunts and growls. At least he had made some progress, as he lifted a shaky paw to clamber up.