Noctisardor Bypass may i be snuggling your mom by candlelight?

Preferably just one or two others, please!

REEEEEEEEERAHGHARAAA!

Gideon's war cry warbled from his throat as he charged across the den. In his ears, still folded down and partly plugged, it was little more than a whisper, but in truth it was loud enough to wake the dead, and likely every other inhabitant with fully functioning ears.

He had found his legs in the past couple days and had already mastered them, aside from the occasional stumble. His vision was still hazy, the edges indistinct and blurry, but already he was familiar with every inch of the den, having wasted no time exploring it. From the moment he could stand, he proved to be a very active little boy indeed.

A darkling beetle skittered across the floor, warned away by the pounding of clumsy puppy paws. Gideon pursued it, undeterred by its speed and head start. He was so focused on it that he lost all sense of his own body in motion.

AAAAAAH! he shrieked again as his front paws tangled together and he pitched face-first into the dirt, twin tails flagging up over his raised rear end.

I hope you're feeling well after your procedure. And sorry for my sulky Eti. <3

A noise reached the senitive ears of Etienne. And at first he thought of ignoring it. Because it didn't sound like one of the little girls. That meant it was probably one of Anselm and Heda's brood and that thought alone. Etienne shuddered.

But the tired healer. Who perhaps a glutton for punishment. Stuck his head inside and studied the little child that ran about. Despite his feelings. He couldn't quite stop the gentle smile that curled up half his face. Puppies were adorable.

He chuffed gently. His familys language coming to his maw quickly.

kisa ou eksite, ti wa.

I am, thank you!

Gideon clambered unsteadily back to his feet, his face suspended somewhere between a wobbling lip and a determine scowl. He was tempted to run right back to mommy for comfort, but was also filled with a little boy's bravado and the knowledge that his brother would have stood strong. He sniffled and wriggled his aching nose.

Then the choice was taken from him. The moment Etienne's face appeared in the den, running back to mommy wasn't an option. He could hardly make out the words Etienne said, but it wouldn't have understood even if he could, and that wasn't even considering the different language.

Mustering what strength he could to keep himself from whimpering, Gideon turned to the big face that blocked the light, sucked in a huge breath, and yelled, BAAAAAH! Nothing could keep distress away like being ferocious instead.

Welxome

Etienne saw the fierce determination and sadness and he wanted to comfort, but wasn't sure. Would the boy want comfort or was he like Eti's brothers who preferred to stay away from such things.

It seemed the child warred between some inde ision, but of what Etienne didn't know. What he did know was the fierce look on the child's face. Was this one Gideon or Ezra? He didn't know them well enough yet.

He bit back a chuckle and have a soft grr grr back. But he didn't press further in. He wanted to play with the boy not scare him.