Bearclaw Valley when the sunlight is arising

PP away! :D

He was ignored for the most part; the entirely white one barely sparing him a glance before she spoke words that Astyanax could not understand. By now, perhaps he ought to have had a basic grasp of language, but it was no surprise the delay in his abilities considering both his blood and foster mothers' inclination towards complete silence.

He then turned to said foster mother just as she began striding towards him. The fur at his neck prickled and he went to take a step back, but was instead roughly drawn from his spot and pushed towards the pale woman. He protested with a soft, laughably nonthreatening snarl, having no idea what was going on. Another nudge caused him to get to his feet, and he watched as the shadow then moved away.

He blinked once, before looking up to the white woman he had been deposited at the feet of.