Swiftcurrent Creek another brew by the deep blue

@Julius if you have time :)

This time, the young prince of the litter awoke without any of his siblings nudging him or his mother telling him to wake up to do something. He blinked, getting used to the light after what seemed like hours in the darkness, staring at the back of his eyelids. Squashed beside his sister and his runt of a brother, he lifted his head, wondering where his pale brother was. Julius had gotten a taste of power, but his older brother was determined to be the permanent owner of it.

Traianus rose unsteadily onto his paws and began taking small baby steps forward, luckily Jules was close and he soon arrived beside his younger brother where he slumped down, proud of his small achievement.

:D

Julius had been awake, but he wasn't doing much of anything. He sat on the other side of Durnehviir, lost in his own mind. The alabaster boy was still too young to think clearly, but feelings and senses could be understood, such as the sound of the wind. The wind had picked up for a few moments, and buffeted a few things before calming back down. Julius didn't know what the wind was at that point in his life, nor that it created both a feeling and a sound. The sound and the feeling were two separate things in his mind.

Julius was drawn out of his quietness as a gray blob approached him. That blob was his brother Trajan. "Ayy! Ayy!" He babbled at the prince.