In addition, the sounds of the outside crept inside shattering whatever peace that there was between the world and Raizel. He woke with a grumble, his eyes fluttering open softly, watching as his father would come to place the meal down.
Little man, his father had called - to him? His twotoned sibling? Raizel tilted his head, hopping over - yes, hopping, like a bunny might, over to the meal brought, to give it a good sniff. Going so close to sniffing it, that he got a bit of blood on his nose. And then he looked up at his father.
And his brother, a brow risen. A glint in his eye. But he did nothing, merely watching.
For now..
