A woman so heartless.

I'm never sure if I am playing a stage of development right. *flail*

He was shocked, dismayed, aghast when the white wiggly creature at his side moved forward and headbutted him. The boy squeaked in high pitched protest, his hind feet pushing him forward. Away from the creature of cream that was clearly his adversary when it came to all things. Her familiar scent was one that he had known to come up against him when going for a choice teat, pushing him away as her own greedy mouth latched on. Constantine was not a fan.

So it was that his first thought in the world was distaste for his sister, particularly the color of her fur and her general inability to let him do whatever he wanted. The boy would change his opinion rapidly, especially as play and personality came into existence between the trio of young siblings. In his two-week-old mind, though, there was nothing of importance except what he wanted and his own feelings.

Which the white-blob didn't seem to understand, know or care. The boy half-turned his head to more vibrations and gave a wobbily look at the blurred form that was Dante. Fearlessly, he moved toward it. Head raised and mewls escaping from his lips of curiosity.