Northstar Vale Mátia

Eyes opened to sunlight streaming into their den. Antigone blinked away the tiredness, settling into confusion. He had grown used to the darkness and the comings and going of his parents. He had learned that darkness was not all bad. 

A squeal sounded from his lips. Antigone scrambled his claws at the earth, churning away until he believed that he might actually reach the sunlit place on the ground. The motion of his mother and siblings did not sway him from his goal.