Swiftcurrent Creek Our song has not been sung

Julius continued to sniff at the ground until Relonikiv bumped into him. He looked at the runt of the litter who was bouncing around in happiness. Julius gave a small tail wag as his eyesight became his main focus. While the den held many different shades of colors, there were even more out here! They sky was blue, the half-dead grass was a green-brown color, and a cloud in the sky was white. Julius didn't know the color names yet, but someday soon he would.

The bubbly brother next to his side disappeared. That itself was fine, but the yelp that resulted wasn't. Julius looked at Relonikiv before stepping closer to push his nose into his fur. "Kee? Ew ow?" His brother seemed alright, but his tongue looked a little different. Julius had no second thoughts about his tongue though, as he was occupying himself with looking around the area for what hurt his brother.

When Julius couldn't see anything moving, he took a different approach. He stationed himself right in front of Relonikiv, his hackles raising. A high-pitched growl escaped him, letting all the inanimate objects in the area know that they would have to get through him first if they wanted to harm his brother.