Phantom Hollow All decent predictions rhyme.

In the two weeks since Venamis' birth, he'd developed from a wriggly potato to a wobbly potato. He'd gained not only his sight but his sense of hearing, having picked up on the sound of his mother's voice and the cries of his siblings over the past few days. He had tasted the partially digested goodies delivered by his father and consumed each morsel as though he'd been starved for days. His gums were often sensitive with the arrival of milk teeth, prompting him to gnaw on anything he could fit into his mouth: littermates, accessible body parts of his adult providers, any leftovers that be laying around... it didn't matter what he found, as long as it could soothe the ache of his growing fangs.

The tiny Melonii, having recently found his feet and braved his first steps, was determined to better acquaint himself with his environment. He pulled himself shakily only his delicate little legs and padded clumsily across the den floor in the direction of @Damien, who rested nearby to avoid the heat of the midday Spring sun. "Rrrrr," he growled ferociously adorably in a request for attention as he drew nearer, baby blue eyes lifting in attempt to better make out the contours of the raven wolf's face.