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He yapped, affronted. How dare his littermate hit him, then his mother's coarse paw across the face. The absolute agony, the torture. He whined and sat still, disoriented, confused and a tad bit scared. He gave a small scared whimper, but it quickly turned into another type of vocalization, almost a purr as his mother's tongue came across his face.

He didn't recognize her, other than the touch he knew, and the gentle way she handled him. He could see, it was mostly a blur, but he tried to put his paws at the large thing in front of his face, whether he hit her nose was another story.

Etienne felt a movement against his side, and turned bleary, yucky eyes towards it. He couldn't tell it's shape to well, but it looked like him. He tried to lean forward and went sprawling, one leg over his brother's head, his tail on his nose.