Shadewood Just a little taste

This is meant specifically for @Bronwen so please give this two days for them to post before anyone else joins

He wasnt old enough to ponder deeply but he knew how to make observations and he was extremely good at connecting his many observations and putting together reasonably accurate thoughts. For example, he'd always thought his mother to be like the physical form of how nursing made him feel which was happiness. She had started to wean them off of being nursed but it confused him, what was he to eat? The regurgitated meat was okay but he wanted the milk. Momma had seemed unhappy lately and he didn't want to bother her by asking for it when she had already told him a bunch that he had to wait for the meat. He had seen Daddy go out and bring back food so he assumed that if he went somewhere he would find someone who would give him milk.


He had been wandering around for five minutes before he tripped over a rock and rolled into a bush with thorns. One stabbed through his still soft paw and he began to bleed, the vivid color making him freeze. It was beautiful and for some reason he felt possessive over that single droplet of blood. It grew in size and he sat mesmerized as suddenly it slid down his paw and dropped to the leaves below him. The red against the green made him smile happily and he looked down at his paw nipping it and watching with satisfaction as it dripped more freely onto the leaves, making tiny splatting sounds as it ran and dropped off every leaf. All the while Valour sat with a smile, silently holding his bleeding paw over the plant.

Her littermate's wandering has agitated the girl, and it shows in the way she paces restlessly with hackles prickling around @Phex for several long minutes, fuming but silent as ever. It doesn't seem right to her that her brother should drift from her so carelessly; they'd been born together, after all, and ought to stay together. Realizing that perhaps Valour only needs a reminder, she abruptly halts her pacing and sets off in the direction her littermate had gone, following his scent at a leisurely pace.
She calms somewhat when her gaze lands on his familiar form, fur settling along her back, though her displeasure is still clear. Then the scent of blood reaches her, and her focus shifts altogether. She draws up alongside him with a sharp, quiet exhale, sitting beside him with her eyes fixed on the source of the scent. It fascinates her, and Valour's obvious good mood only adds to her curiosity. She's vaguely reminded of their recent shift in diet, the blood-and-bile scent of the meat their mother regurgitates for them. But... this is much more appealing. Her gaze flits to her brother's briefly, and she leans down to swipe her tongue once over his paw before sinking sharp puppy teeth into the wound.

He had heard the approach of his sister and his ears flicked toward her though his eyes did not move from the blood dripping to the leaf. It was a hypnotizing thing to watch it well up and then drop with a splat onto the leaf and roll down, to plink onto another. It was only when she came up to him that he broke his fixation on the blood and looked at her "Pwetty?" he asked her opinion just as she licked it away and he gasped, eyes widening as she then bit down upon his paw. The pain was instant and he yipped loudly, whimpering quietly as he looked at her stunned and unable to form words. After a moment it dawned on him that she was just suckling, she was hungry and he could provide her with the food just like daddy used to do for mommy. His eyes calmed and he held his paw up to make it easier for her to feed. He didn't want any, he still preferred the milk from his mother's breast.

Phex, casually minding her own business a few steps away from her kids. Of course, looking out for hawks and the likes. She'd just unearthed a bunch of flowers to make a garden. It should help healers and let her study wildlife from day to day. 
Perhaps they'd cheer her up too.

Her ears tilted to where her children sat, wandering over. Her nose twitched, smelling the blood welling up on her sons paw --
"Oh dear. Come here." She moved in, moving to lick away the blood and stop Bronwen eating her brother. ​

He looked up as his mother came over and his expression brightened, maw stretching into a smile that quickly fell as she licked the blood away. She didn't look happy about it which was odd since Bronwen had so happily latched on and the cut didn't hurt too badly. At least it hadn't before Phex had barged in and stopped Bronwen from sucking it. As her tongue lapped at the cut it began to sting, the blood slowing and causing a sharp throbbing "Ouch Mama!" He said sharply and pulled away from her sounding grumpy as he pouted "Why'd you do that?"