Sawtooth Spire watch the hoodwink

@Pingasut, maybe?

There were many things in this world that Malrok did not know. Some things he lacked the mental capacity to learn, other things were merely ignorance. His eyesight, thought still poor, allowed him to gather more information about the world around himself. He knew that he was always prevented from going toward the brightest light, even if it did not stop him from trying. He had a strong adventurous streak in him, and keeping him contained for much longer was going to be quite the chore for his dear mother.

Fortunately for Tonravik, Malrok was not presently attempting to escape his (very safe) home. Instead, he had found a leaf and stomped on it with his front paw. He was still unsteady at times, but the muscles in his legs and torso grew stronger with each passing day. The leaf popped back up, and Malrok blinked, tail wagging. He touched the leaf again, and squealed with delight when it popped up again. Today, he learned the lesson of consistency.

Yess'm!

The third born was discontent, and for once it was he that fussed. He squirmed around the den floor, pawing at his mouth and whining piteously. His milk teeth were coming, and he could find not relief from the ache that radiated from his gums. His brother's delighted squeal distracted him for a moment, and he turned his head to look at him. His sight at much developing left to do, but he could discern his brother from the object that he played with, and as the fox's blue eyes watched the leaf, he became less and less mindful of his tender mouth.

He rose to his paws and padded to Malrok's side, his red fur brushing against the ever-lightening fur of the second born. When he was shoulder to shoulder, he reached out to touch the leaf as he had seen Malrok do, but to his disappointment, it did not pop up for him the way it had for his sibling. He knitted his brows, and then yipped at it.

*sneaks in*

Pingasut's yip stirred Sitamat to life, his ears only picking up the loudest of sounds currently. It was muffled, of course, but was enough to wake the boy whose features quickly crumpled into a frown as he dragged his head along the ground, turning to see who had made the noise. His sight was still developing, so all he really saw were two figures obscuring the bright light that flooded in from the den's entrance. They seemed really interested in the ground.

Disgruntled but curious, Sitamat rolled onto his feet and clumsily made his way towards his brothers, his own tail wagging as he inspected the odd shape on the ground. A few seconds passed, before he then leant forward, aiming to collect it within his tiny jaws; was it edible?

Not one, but two brothers arrived. First was the brighter one, Pingasut. He was the easiest to distinguish from the rest. He had a coat that was distinctly different from Atuaserk, Sitamat, and even Tonravik. Of course, their smells were all different enough that Malrok could figure it out once they got close. Pingasut proceeded to do what he had done, punching the leaf with a tiny paw. This time, though, the leaf did not bounce back into place. Malrok stared at it, waiting.

That didn't last long, though. In no time, a little black blob appeared to sweep away the leaf. Malrok stepped forward, sniffing at the ground where it had once been. Where had it gone? Did it happen because Pingasut touched it? His eyes wandered around the den for a moment before catching a flash of green in Sitamat's jaws. That was it! With next to no thought put into it, Malrok trundled forward, intent on having the leaf for himself.

Making a couple assumptions here, let me know if I need to edit.

Sitamat stepped in and took the leaf, although it took Pingasut a few moments to piece this together as, like Malrok, his limited sight made it difficult to distinguish exactly what his brother had done. The second born moved forward, and the third born glanced to him. Predatory instinct took over to guide him and he moved in such a way as to stand opposite of Malrok and surround their black sibling. The leaf had become a choice piece of prey, and Sitamat the rival wolf. The fox sprung, not at the leaf, but at right at him, in line to collide into a shoulder.

He gnawed on the leaf, muzzle wrinkling in distaste at the rubbery texture and strange taste. It wasn't at all like what he was accustomed to eating. He wanted to spit it back out, but it had caught on the front of his muzzle, stuck to his wet nose. A beacon for the other wolf pups. Sitamat tried to scoot back to get away from the thing glued to his face, before he saw a bright figure launch itself at him. He stumbled back even further as Pingasut hit his shoulder, colliding into his other sibling who had moved up somewhere behind him.

I'm just going to assume that they're all tangled up at this point, lol. *squishes them together*

Soon, all three cubs were a mess of limbs, mouths, and feet. Malrok could barely differentiate one from the other as he bit wildly in every direction at anything that touched him. He managed to catch one of his brothers' tails for a moment, only to be kicked in the face moments later. This elicited a growl from him, and Malrok squirmed to retaliate. In doing so, he actually bit his own foot, and rolled over away from his two siblings. He grappled with his own toes, gnawing on them and letting out tiny baby growls.

His attack was... it was not successful, but nor was it unsuccessful. What it was exactly the fox did not know. The end result perplexed him, for the trio of brothers found themselves all tied up on the den floor in a heap of puppy chaos. He felt his tail become captured in a mouth and struck out with a back foot, catching Malrok in the face, though he did not realize this. In the same moment that Malrok rolled away with his own foot in his mouth, the third born caught a glimpse of the leaf. It had dislodged from the bear's nose and now lay still in the dirt. His eyes locked on to it, and he squirmed and wriggled until he too was freed. He made straight for it.

Scooping it into his mouth, he hurried to make a getaway from his brothers, to carry it to the far corner of the den where he could have it for himself.

Suddenly, his sight was filled with blurs of light and indistinct forms, limbs and tails flailing around as the three puppies tumbled and fell into a heap. Sitamat ended up on the bottom, narrowly missing being kicked in the face by Pingasut. He had felt a nip at his scruff but, by the time they had untangled themselves, the perpetuator had already rolled away from the mini scuffle.

Sitamat rolled himself upright, realising that the leaf was now gone. Despite it's foul taste, he still wanted it. While the smallest grabbed the prize and scurried to the back of the den, Sitamat charged towards Malrok, who he assumed by his wild thrashing that he had the leaf. Reaching his brother, the boy aimed to body slam his target, forcing him into giving up the tiny, green trophy.

Out of seemingly nowhere came Sitamat, who crashed into him with all of his weight. Which really wasn't that much, but it was enough that Malrok squealed in protest, abandoning his foot and thrashing in his brother's direction. He barely noticed Pingasut, who had taken the leaf and toddled off to the corner of the den. Instead, Mal's focus was on his darkest brother, aiming to take an ear in his mouth and bite down as hard as he possibly could. Bite inhibition was not something he had learned just yet.

When he reached the corner of the den, he dropped the leaf and placed a paw over it, turning to look back at his brothers. He found that they had taken no notice of him, and were tussling among themselves. The fox's tail wagged excitedly. He had claimed the prize without challenge. He positioned himself over the leaf so that it was hidden beneath his creamy-white belly when he laid down, and here he stayed, with legs crossed daintily. He watched his brothers.

Last post from me :D

The two boys tumbled onto the ground, and Sitamat eagerly nosed around Malrok's face, trying to find the leaf. Instead, all he got was a painful nip on his ear, his brother managing to grab one of his more sensitive body parts with his sharp milk-teeth. Sitamat let out a squeal and threw himself away from the second-born, stubby tail tucked between his legs as he scampered past the relaxed Pingasut (who sat upon the prize he sought) and towards the safety of their mother.

Now that both his brothers had pulled away, Malrok quickly lost interest in them. Instead, he decided to make a run for it. As usual, Tonravik stopped him before he could reach the front door, and he was restrained from making another attempt. Huffing, the boy eventually relented and fell into a heap on the ground. One day he would get out of this den, but it would not be today. Malrok would be an adventurer for sure, but that part of his life would come later rather than sooner.

His brother's separated at least. Sitamat took to their mother's side and Malrok made for the den entrance, but the she-bear had none of it. Defeated, the white sibling laid on the ground. The fox chittered to himself, grinning. The leaf was his, as it was seemingly forgotten by the other two. He laid his head on the ground to rest, only to stir later on when the family was asleep. He took his leaf and quietly played with it, mouthing it until it crumbled and became nothing but itty bitty pieces.