Greatwater Lake The Birds Sing At Night

Open to anyone near the den and siblings!

Miho stirred easily now. Any sound that reached her newly opened ears set her heart into a frenzy. It was unwelcome external stimuli that usually sent the babe burrowing, looking for safety amongst the fur pile that was her siblings & mother. Their scent always grounded her, the feeling of being lost in them brought her comfort. But on this night (really it was early morning, but dark still just meant night to the girl), the rustling of birds outside of the young family's den intrigued her. 

Tonight, she would not be scared. Slowly, albeit rather clumsily, Miho stepped over the mass of her siblings. Occasionally a chunky leg would sink farther into them, hindering her journey, but she prevailed. Tumbling from the safety of the brush, the sleepy toddler stuck her face to the wind. There were lots of new smells, but above all, the incessant chirping. She would find the source of whatever creatures were in such a merry mood. And once she did... well, it would be figured out at that time.

Last in line and jostled until she nearly rolled over, Liezhal woke to a sister clambering over her on their way to the denmouth. She protested with a serious of grunts and snorts, looking around to see what had disturbed her. She didn't notice anything until turning bleary-eyed to watch as Miho disappeared, off towards the smell of crisp air and the sound of early birds.

The gray sister promptly got up to follow. Toddling after Miho, Liezhal felt fully awake after crashing through bramble and zeroing in on her target. Then she charged headlong towards the dark shape of her denmate, moving with enough force to bowl them both over on contact.

The sound of twittering overhead held her attention hostage, leaving the child vulnerable to an attack. Luckily, the huntsman in question ended up being one of her own. With a millisecond before the collision, Miho turned to see a grey bullet on top of her. Together the siblings tumbled and fell to the floor, forcing an oomf from the darker girl. 

Liezhal was always good for a game of wrestle, and so Miho accepted the challenge with a snort. Rolling herself to stand on all fours again, the pup stuck her fuzzy rump high to the sky whilst bowing her chest to the ground. It was (to her) the perfect fighting form. She beckoned her sister to try again now that she had her wits about her.

unlike her two sisters, racharra had remained in the den, nestled with the last pup.. though the clumsy steps of her exciteable little siblings broke her out of her slumber. she was less interested in the sounds of chirping birds and more what her siblings were up to. with a yawn, her still stubby little paws stretched out across the den floor before hoisting her body up, shaking her black pelt afterwards before tostling over to her siblings. the pup took a step out of the den, looking around the world that had now opened up to the litter with each passing day. another yelp of a yawn left her before returning to watch the playfight her siblings seemed to have started. she didn't take a seat however, fully intending to join in once the fight properly started, tail wagging in her excitement.