Dragoncrest Cliffs Go to Hawaii, fight for me

With his limited senses, Sobo already knew Erzulie, Mireille, Loko, and Coraline. His senses remembered them from the womb, knew them intimately. But there was now a fifth wolf who proved to be a constant in his brand new life. @Rosalyn came and went more than the others, but each time she came she brought the fresh scents of outside and the sea, things that interested a neonate who currently relied on smell, taste and touch alone.

He could hardly scoot himself around with his weak limbs and his bulging belly, but whenever Rosalyn was around, Sobo seemed to gravitate toward her in whatever fashion he could. Often that was just lifting his wobbly head and sniffing in her direction or warbling his newborn jargon toward her, but on his second day, he was already stronger and more oriented than his first. He paddled his legs uselessly at his sides, reaching out for her.

Hope the powerplay assumption she's here is cool, I just want a thread if you have time!

She'd wondered when they were born at the detachment she felt, the separation compared to previous litters. It wasn't that she did not love them fiercely... but that this time, she could not provide for them in the way Erzulie did. She was not a mother to them in the way she had been before, but not a father either, and her role at first seemed extraneous.

But the feeling did fade, as the days went. She spent much of her time, when she was not hunting, tucked away and enjoying their bumbling company. When they were this age there were no words, just trust and need and blind adoration. This phase would be gone all to soon, and while the pirate looked forward to the personalities they would find, she knew better than to take this for granted.

She was half-dozing today when a scrabbling noise woke her, and she cracked her eye open to see one of the boys paddling blindly towards her. She smiled, then lowered her nose, lightly touching it to his own tiny muzzle. You've got a keen sense of direction, little one, she murmured approvingly, though she knew he could not hear. She left her head there a moment, wondering what he would think of the obstruction.

At first, Sobo thought he was motoring. This was probably the fastest he had ever moved, and it was exhilarating! To a tortoise, maybe, for Sobo hardly moved at all for all the effort he was making. Rosalyn came to him, although in his mind, he reached her in record time.

He was happy to sniff at the edges of her nose and the whiskery lips that hovered just in front of him, for a time, but when he was ready to move forward and find another part of her to explore, Rosalyn was still there. The nerve! Wrinkles leapt to life along Sobo's tiny brow as he shoved himself against his mamá's snout, ramming forward with all the miniscule strength he could muster.

When that did not work, he resorted to the tactic he most often used against his siblings: he yawned his mouth wide and attempted to latch his hard gums onto Rosalyn in a form of pathetic biting.

He was a little bruiser! Rosalyn chuckled deep, but didn't move, and instead let her head rest firm against the ground as he tried to shove his way through her muzzle. He wouldn't get far with that tactic, she thought wryly. At what age would they learn to go around such obstacles? She didn't remember, but that was probably around the same time her blood pressure always suffered. As they grew clever it became harder to contain them.

He attempted to latch onto her nose and got a hold of it, but she pulled free and gave him a playful nudge to the side, then nipped at his muzzle back. If he would, she'd entice him to play, though in doing so she'd lifted her head.

His problem solving remained simplistic: ram it, squish it, or devour it. There were other options, but none that occurred to him. He just knew from the sheer size of Rosalyn's muzzle that his second option would never work, and the first had already failed. Which led him to the third, but even that failed spectacularly.

Sobo yawped indignantly at being dislodged so trivially from Rosalyn's muzzle, only to be gently shoved and to feel the whoosh of breath against his tiny whiskers. He reared his little head back at this and weakly clapped his toothless jaws together, poking his tongue out moments later and huffing audibly at the air. Smelled like...

Whatever fishy thing Rosalyn might've consumed for breakfast was so interesting to Sobo that he forgot about how easily she bested him, and returned to trying to crawl past her muzzle. This time, his destination was the inside of her mouth, leading him to shove his nose ineffectually between her dark lips.

Rosalyn's quiet growling chuckles turned into a surprised snort when Sobo's muzzle abruptly pushed into her mouth. She was not expecting that! Guessing that means you're hungry. She said, sitting up and looking around. Erzulie would be gone a while longer, but she knew where there was some food stashed nearby. They were about at the age...

Hold tight, little one. I'll be back. She could begin to introduce them to the ocean's gifts and, maybe sometime soon, show them where they came from.

we can wrap this here! <3

Sobo almost snagged the edge of Rosalyn's lip in his gums when she pulled away. Alas, he missed and was left to his own devices for a short time. She would return soon, but that didn't stop the boy from fussing until Rosalyn's scent permeated the den again, along with the fascinating scent of whatever it was she brought back, which captured his attention until he inevitably grew drowsy.