Northstar Vale Mátia

An obstacle was presented before the boy. He could not make out the shape well enough. He knew only that it prevented his scuttle from progressing. The young pup scooted himself into it, testing the force with his miniscule weight. It did not budge.

Antigone squawked loudly once. The boy turned awkwardly, too uncoordinated for the whirling motions he had attempted. There was mom, he realized with a glassy-eyed look at her face. The details were fuzzy and obscure, but he knew her. He knew her from the smell of her coat to the warmth of her touch. Antigone scooted toward her elbow and waited with a grunt.