Blackfeather Woods Snake eyed

At night was when his senses were the sharpest. It was during sleep that Keelut saw the world most clearly, through the cold, the warmth, the scents and sounds, and his dreams were hard to set apart from what was real.

Black were his surroundings, full of nothing, but an ear swivels skittishly as the sound of her, she who visits him at night, cooed from afar. He can smell her, a familiar scent that no one else has scented drives him towards her, and lost in empty shadows he follows; and in the wake world his tiny paws drag him away from the warmth of her, she who keeps him alive, she who gave him life.

Escape attempt #1

Whether it was fate or a noise that startled her awake, the little sassball didn't know. All she knew from all the blobs she had grown familiar with, one was missing. She made a weird purring sound that somewhat resembled a "huh?" as she lifted her tiny speckled head up and looked around in the darkness. Somewhere, she saw some weird blobs moving and that was enough to intrigue the bossy bitch of the litter. No one was leaving without her knowing it- SHE WAS THE ONE TRUE GOOOOOD.

She scampered up, falling flat on her face before getting up again and running after what later would be known as her brother Keelut. 

He reached her, touching her cold nose at last with his own at the edge of the light, and his body shivers in response. The memory of their shared beginning is the one thing clear in his mind. She sounds once more, her tone resembling a sharper version of the one who gave him life, and speaks of things no one can understand, not even Keelut. But he responds anyway, makes his own sounds to let her know that he is aware of her, that he can feel her in front of him, and in the wake world he whines and purrs to the empty space that opens to the outside of the den. He is not aware of his sister following after him, he is not aware of anything but his dream, and she who calls in front of him.

He seemed entranced by something- something Astrid couldn't see. For her it was like a blob floating to where they were not supposed to be, where they shouldn't be. She wanted to shout out to him, wanted to tell him to stop and come back yet she didn't know how. The ability to speak or hear were not given to her yet, and so she just made some loud squealing noises that could not be heard. She stumbled faster and faster, making weird noises unconsciously to warn everyone-anyone! She reached the blob with a soft thump as she "ran" into him.

He would have gone further, he would have gone any length away, if it wasn't for his sister, his real-life sister. She ran into him, pushing him awake, snapping him back into reality. He was not displeased but disoriented, and he looked around blinking widely as he tried to make out forms of the blur that was still his eyesight. A dark form was traced, it was his sister, and he recognized the sound of her voice. How could he not, if she was the loudest one of the four? But this time he responded, squeaking a couple times himself as he tried to communicate that he was alright and that he wanted her to shut the fuck up.

When their bodies touched in a puppy-rough manner, she immediately let out a "growl" of annoyance. How dare this little blob leave without her or her permission. Everyone was to stay near to the one who brought food and warmth- that included the little, white, wandering blob. She "climbed" further on top of him- hoping to reach an ear or something on which she could pull the other back into the den. She was quiet as she did this, only letting out little breaths as she tried and tried.

As though kicking him awake had not been enough, the loud one started climbing him like he was some sort of lifeless rock. For a moment Keelut didn't know how to react, but the need to fight her off came naturally. He kicked with as much strength his puppy paws could provide, and tried to roll away. Bad desicion. The den's entrance was midway up a slope, and Keelut had taken one step too far, sending himself (and probably his sister) rolling down the cold hill.

She "bit him ferociously" and tugged as hard as she could to bring him back where he belonged, still calling out for all the bigger wolves to come help him with the bird who flew off waaaaay too early. Little prepared had she been for a sudden stumble down a slope- her tiny limbs intertwined with her brother's. She cried out in pain and fear and "growled in anger". This was not the right way! She started tugging once again.  

She tugged fiercely towards the den, her spiky teeth only holding on to Keelut with barely any strength. But she wasn't helping for the boy's position made it impossible for him to stand up again if she kept on pulling his paw. So he shrieked for help, a high-pitched yelp that would fall on deaf ears if it weren't for @Nemesis or @Kove's parental instincts having been awakened by their birth. Only they could help him now, or the crows above, who had already taken an interest in the tiny defenseless blobs of meat.

quick post to save the little child people ^-^ 
do you guys want to wrap this up after?

 

At the screech of her child, the woman lept at incredible speed in the direction of it's echoing call, a sound she had dreaded to hear ever in the life of her children. It had sent a chill down her spine. They would always and forevermore be her greatest weakness, and it was apparent so as thundering feet hit the ground; eyes wide. However, the sight of her daughter tugging on her son's paw indicated the source of pain the boy was experiencing, lowering her level of deep concern. Though she did not approach the two with the urgency she had, there was a level of maternal desperation that caused her to stride forward, pulling the two into an unwavering engulfment of her fur, an embrace seldom bestowed upon any. They were her children, and although none had yet posed a threat to their existence, there was nothing she would not do for them; that much was sure as she ushered them towards the den, taking turns murdering reassurances and promises that the tall, dark and scary blackfeather woods would be the one they would rule. 

Last post from me, so yeah!

Mother was soon to arrive, and only when she was close did the little girl let go of her wandering brother. Finally! She ran her little tongue through mother's fur when she embraced them and loudly followed her back home once ensuring that the other lump was coming with them. She had done amazingly good, she found, but it had also made her tired. As soon as they were settled in their home again, she lay her tiny from on top of mother's paw and drifted off- ready to awake once her brother tried anything ever again.