Swiftcurrent Creek Balmora

Viinturuth, bored of his siblings, had gathered a large feather into his mouth and toddled comically to the rear of the family's den. There, he flopped down onto his belly and dropped the object atop his outstretched forelimbs and stared at it, stormy eyes wide with wonder as he studied the intricate pattern. Although his eyesight was not perfect, the boy could easily make out the bold tan, white and black markings, and they delighted him greatly.

Quick to tire of ogling his newest plaything, however, the firstborn Frostfur-Mayfair set about gumming it to death. He gnawed at the strands until they stuck out in all direction, dense with drool, and the detail was lost. From the corner of an eye, he noticed his mottled sibling break away from the group to make his way quietly toward the den's entrance - strictly off limits, considering their mother kept plucking them back to her whenever a cub dared to venture too far.

Viinturuth yipped in Akatosh' direction and abandoned his feather to pad clumsily in his littermate's direction. He pressed himself to the mottled youngster, reaching out to bump his snout to a tufted little ear with a playful "rrrr!"