There is a great dream. Something that the little beast has no real grasp on. His two-month-old brain was only accustomed to dreams of milk and warmth — they only ever faltered when Ive wasn't present or if one of his siblings kicked away too far in their sleep. Axel was like a moth, always searching for a source of light and warmth, unintentionally coveting it with his colder body temperature.
But when a massive shake rustles the boy awake, baby blues have been replaced by olive green, sight unraveling to his siblings and mothers still intact — for now. Axel, who was never one to wake first, found himself pulling away from the pit of warmth, only looking back once, before venturing further forward, towards the early morning light that beckoned outside of the den.
Though the little boy knows not of the plight that Mythris has gone through, the worry of the rumbling shakes his puppy bones just the same. His blackened nose is first out, sniffing wildly, then his eyes peeking carefully. After assessing, he hops fully out, floppy puppy ears tilting, trying to hone in on where the sound had echoed from.
Sazora


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