It was strange growing in that womb with that other. As much as he kicked out rolled around and pushed away the little thing kept bouncing back. What a pest! Well whatever in time he would show the little runt who was boss it was so hard when everything around you tossed and turned moving him around without much say in the matter. That was a bit annoying too. It was that that made the boy shift around inside today pressing harder than ever to get out of this place where he couldn’t get out before maybe it was this that caused his Mother’s premature labor perhaps not. Regardless the shifting pressure and the moving around was good something was happening and it excited him. He was going to be first, the eldest and biggest show that runt what was one for! Well sadly it seemed his smaller size did have something of an advantage.

The other slipped forward first, pushing him out of the way and out into the world before him. It bothered him then he realized. He was alone. Oh he could get used to that. He already took much more after his parents roots of being loners and like his brother wouldn’t ever be suited as ‘King’ to the land he was Prince too. In fact he wouldn’t really be very princely either. It was when he grew content of being alone in here that it seemed he had no choice, it was as if he was being sucked it! Moved around before being pulled out before flopping most unpleasantly on the ground. He gave a indignant sound? Oh he could make sounds now this was indeed interesting he squalled and kicked until the sack was off of him. Oh boy he did like this indeed pushing tiny paws at the nose of his mother squirming around not really knowing she didn’t take notice of his lack of wanting this at all. Then he was floating and he rolled around squeaking until. Oh he knew this presence even blind and deaf he knew it all to well. That little thing!

Knowing what he must do as he was laid next to his brother he didn't bother to squander any of his time and began to explore this strange new feeling. His little cream legs pulling him to the other before he started kicking at him with all this room and crawling over him his little feet going all over the other. It was very fortunate for his brother that the cream child was distracted by something that brushed his face causing him to latch on and begin greedily suckling. Well this was pleasant, but he wasn’t going to let it distract him forever. Soon little brother, though he was born second, Grayson would continue doing what he could to pester and be every sort of inconvenience possible for the small brown pup. The war was only just beginning after all, there was plenty of time for annoying him later.