Moonspear shed your skin and expose your bones

He saw it then—the surly movement of someone waking. His gaze shifted once again, almost lazily as Antares pressed a paw firmly into Osiris. A paw that now had some heft behind it, a size to rival his siblings easily. It was the reaches of that gangly phase if he had ever seen it, though he couldn't remember his own. How lucky they were to have a relatively carefree childhood and not one particularly wrought with misfortune or incensed, spiteful words.

Dirge turned, coiling in closer towards the opening and huffed against the ground. A quiet invitation, should Antares desire to stir more. Though the boy seemed quite content where he was and who could blame him? The world was still, and quiet, and very much true to their father they stole whatever fleeting moments of it they could. Yet they were also the tools of his distraction then and there, and Dirge sought very much to keep his mind off the brewing calamities around them.

He tilted his head curiously, not quite mimicking the inverted view his son had.

sorry for the delay, i was hoping others would join in. :(