Cedar Sweep an invisible space

Set for March 17th.

✴He had been as quiet as he needed, calling out for milk from @Sulugun as necessary, almost as if he knew exactly how loud he should be this time around; how to get what he wanted without rousing his siblings, so he could benefit from a full belly without the hassle. The initial upheaval of being born had faded from his memory.

Now the boy was sleeping. Everything in his mind's eye was a rich green, luminous and ephemeral. Shapes that could have been wolf bodies. Faces he knew once, some smiling and some grimacing their teeth. Dark shapes, pale shapes; tinged with that same green, unfolding around him. The last of the light wrapped around his throat for a time, and as he slowly came awake this faded too.

Sisamat slowly opened his eyes, where the green haze of the northern lights had begun to form across his baby blue vision; for now, murky like a storming sea — but soon it would settle to Ostrega teal. Beside him slumbered a brother or a sister, but he paid them no mind. He chirruped for his mother, and then waited patiently.