Bearclaw Valley king pest

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Only two days ago, his eyelids had finally become unstuck, peeling back to reveal a dark pair of baby blues. This newfound sense of sight, of course, could barely be called as such, as the pup could only barely make out the dark shapes that occupied the dimly lit den.

While he was mostly concerned with the dark mass that was Ikkalrok - the source of food, he had come to find - he would briefly swing his head towards the light filtering in from the outside curiously. As if entranced, the boy had wandered towards it on more than one occasion, only to be roughly dragged back by his mother.

This time, however, she was facing away from him, and Astyanax was free to make his way up the narrow tunnel towards the light. On unsteady limbs, he awkwardly clambered upwards, squeaking in effort as he did so, entirely unaware of both the strangers and his father outside.