Bearclaw Valley first victim

falk squirms, tiny limbs pushing clumsily, fighting jackdaw’s advances with grunts and squeaks of protest. frustration bubbles in his chest, igniting a newborn rivalry he has no words for yet.
tiny jaws open and snap harmlessly at his brother’s muzzle, missing more than they hit. but he’s determined, fiercely stubborn despite his blindness, refusing to be pushed around—not even by his littermate.
a muffled, indignant growl rumbles in his tiny throat, small body squirming furiously, fighting for dominance.