Stone Circle allt, allt, allt í einu

Ujurak too had grown to learn his voice. He, however, was far more content with it. With his coos and trills he cried for his siblings moreso than his mother. Raising his voice when he recognized their absence. If one had rolled away or was gently removed for examination, he unleashed loud whimpers. Settling once all was right and his wayward sibling was returned to him.

He was significantly less wriggly than his sister, being more akin to a lump of stone. Taking her incessant crawling, shoving, and climbing stoically. This is how he learned his siblings. Embracing each clash to learn of their scent. Their touch. 

As Astrid released another barrage of tiny paws, he stirred as his mother shifted. Another familiar scent returned to the den. The scent of his father was becoming more familiar. Even the man's touch, albeit it was far less so. The air stirred as the adults moved. Was all well? Would one of them be taken again? A confused whine escaped him.