Neverwinter Forest Family is more than you know

Kieran was enjoying life. His children, his wife, his life it was truly amazing. He smiled ot himself to think that not long ago, he himself had worried that he would never be happy again. He had lost the one love of his life, but had gained another, a more deeper love than he had with Kiva. He would always love Kiva, but Kaskara had taken all the holes and the cracks that had made up his heart and fused it back together. He had been spending time with his own pups, but realized perhaps he shoudl meet his two new nephews. HE loved Allure and the others, though Allure perhaps more since she was near him. So he decided to meet the two little ones.

He carried in his maw some strips of dried rawhide, his pups loved chewing on things as they aged, so he thought to gift @Rannoch and @Cypress with a few things to chew on, even if they weren't ready for it yet. He gently walked towards the den and then he waited and settled out to the front of the den. He didn't want to intrude and if mother or father would rather he left, he would certainly do so. So he settled to wait and see if either he could meet hte little ones, or he could help Scimitar and Eshe somehow.

Afternoon was upon the forest as Rannoch awoke from his nap. Sunlight trickled into the den and the cub stirred at his mother’s side. He had gotten his fill in food so hunger had not woken him. Instead, a certain restlessness had roused him from his napping. Blinking slowly, the cub lifted his head from the pillow that was Eshe’s forearm and yawned. Turning to find his brother, who was never far from his sight, smell, or touch, Rannoch’s sleepy eyes fell onto a figure at the mouth of their den. Despite his lack of sharp vision, he could tell that the figure was not his mother or father. He could tell that this wolf was a different color, despite the shadows that somewhat masked the figure.

He had never met a wolf that wasn’t apart of his immediate family and naturally was curious on just who this new wolf was. Turning himself towards the mouth of the den, the boy slowly wriggled towards Kieran, grunting as he moved.

Kieran had been staring off into the forest, when a noise had stirred his thoughts. He turned to gaze at the open mouth of the den, adn a small smile twitched at his jawline. One of the babes was struggling to come towards him. Kieran didn't move, letting the young one come to him. First off it wasn't his den, secondly it would build strength in the child's legs and body.

He lowered his head to his paws and waited patiently his eyes focusing on the little one. He studied him i nteh dim lighting. He was a silver boy, much like his father. He was tiny like Kieran's own had been. He hoped the two boys and his own four children would get along.

The young boy did not wander too far from his mother’s side. Frankly, due to Eshe’s nurturing nature, he had never wandered too far from her side. When he got a few feet away from her-- the furthest he had ever gotten from her-- he paused for a moment to glance back at his family. He was only brought back to attention as the other’s scent drifted in and brought him back to attention. Bright baby blues glanced in the direction the the stranger as he tilted his head, as if you ask, “who are you?” Curiosity consumed him as he inched forward another wiggle forward and his tail wagged slowly. He wanted to know all about this stranger, but he was too far away for the babe’s comfort.

The soot sprite had been sleeping soundly as was his wont — it was a period of great transition for the tiny Frostfurs, what with new teeth making their itchy, painful, uncomfortable debut and the wonder of sight that was sharpening every day. Too, Cypress found he could push himself up with his forelegs from time to time, although he wasn’t able yet to stand on his own. He had exhausted himself a few hours ago with his playing, and although he and Rannoch were not on the same schedule exactly, they overlapped quite a bit. He awoke of his own volition, as yet unable to hear the movement outside the den; and upon noticing the warm reassurance of Rannoch was conspicuously absent, piped a grumbling squeak that warbled into a “growl” that, at this stage of life, was more of a kittenish purr.

Turning, he wormed his way toward the Small Familiar Blob that was Rannoch and the Large Unfamiliar Blob that he did not quite recognize. He turned his eyes to Eshe as though attempting to reassure himself that she was still there and hadn’t magically turned into the Large Unfamiliar Blob — and decided that this odd turn events would warrant his first babyish attempt at howling. “Oo-foo-foof,” he grunted, and filled his tiny lungs with air that he burst forth on a short-lived, “wooo!”

Kieran's heart melted at the tiny tail as it wagged and he smiled wagging his own tail. Unfortunately though his tail would make a small bit of dust and it would settle among them, causing him to give a ferocious sneeze. He laid his ears back hoping he didn't scare the little boy.

As he shifted and watched he noticed the other coming near as well. What were their names Rannoch and Cypress, not the question the large male had was which one was which. he shrugged and settled on teh ground again to wait for the babies to make their way painstakingly forward, that is if his sneeze didn't scare them. he chuffed at them both when the white one started to give a baby howl.

With his confidence wavering, the young boy was already slightly spooked of his surroundings. He was all too accustomed to the near-constant presence of Eshe, so being a foot or so away was all too weird for the young child. But, even with these feeling about him, his curiosity was alive as well. He was fixated on the stranger at their doorstep. That was until a new sound slunk into the air. His eyes grew wide at the sound of Cypress’ attempt at howling and in response to the new, faint, sound he turned his attention to his brother, amazed by the noise. He shuffled quickly towards his brother as the cry died and nudged his nose upon the other’s snout, wagging his tail as he looked to his brother with imploring eyes. “Teach me!!” they seemed to beg as he pulled back to look at his brother.

He had hoped that his brother would spill the beans right there and then in regards to the howling, but another noise seemed to catch Rannoch attention quickly. Though the boys were gradually gaining their sense of hearing, the boy heard the stranger's sneeze. Though the sound was faint in his developing ears, it was still enough to bring the boy’s attention back to the stranger. “What was THAT?!” he seemed to ask as he tilted his head. He, as far as his short-term memory could recall, had never heard something quite like that before!

Large Unfamiliar Blob erupted with a sound that was completely unfamiliar to the soot sprite, and Cypress’ heavy head jerked back with such force that he fell over onto his side, all four legs poking straight out until he flailed like a sad baby turtle to right himself. Rather than feeling spooked, he felt the need to explore this newcomer — an impulse that would later turn into a desire to defend his regal parents and brother with childish ferocity. He continued to worm his way toward the large red wolf, stopping only to prop himself up on his forelegs like a sea lion and pipe another howl. “Woo! Woooo!” He liked the sound he made; he liked the act of doing it. Turning to Rannoch, unwilling to approach the stranger alone, Cypress began to bulldoze the poor dust bunny in the general direction of the doorway.