Boartusk Heights youngblood

It has been four weeks, and for the first time, Diego crawls beyond the den. Large paws strike the earth. Unstable, he steadies himself, tall ears still wilting at their peaks.

It is dark; it is night. Clouded cover hides the moon. He shivers, but not with cold; hungers, but not for food.

Diego checks behind him to see if @Emilio might be watching. A smirk, if he is. Hopeful the proud glance might cause him to follow. Hopeful their mother does not see

Like a shadow he steals into the bloodborne woods.