Holy fuck they were loud. He growled low in his throat as Cadeyrn and Aurelia left the den. He stopped, feeling Jubilee’s slow breathing against his side. He turned, his firey eyes looking down at the little angel sleeping beside him. He turned to look at his mother, who was cracking her eyes open finally, He shifted, moving and grasping the small child by the scruff, causing her to squeak as he moved her to their mother’s side. She sighed, glaring at him, before falling asleep again.

The white boy moved slowly. Shifting his weight to dip under to get out of the den. He stopped, pausing in the sun outside of the den to clean himself after he shook the loose debris out of his coat. He may be a bit, well, picky about that. The one thing with having a pure white coat, he got dirty quick, and it was annoying. He sighed. “I swear those two want to kill me” he growled before he moved, loping down the side of the hill, the scent of his brother and sister floating towards him.

He stopped abruptly, the scents of many others flooding his nostrils. The black flesh flared, his left ear twitched and twisted, while the right ear stayed dormant, half bent at the little nick. It was something his mom called ‘cute’ and ‘unique’ he called it, stupid and annoying. He knew he was born with it but that didn’t mean that he liked it any at all.

He sat there, waiting, wondering if he was really going to join his siblings or not. But he knew that he had too. He moved slowly, seeing Caderyn on Aurelia’s left side, and he figured that meant he was meant to be on her right side. He lowered his head, rubbing it against his sisters shoulder as his brother spoke. He let his fire-borne eyes watch the rest of the group that had gathered, watching the boys and the girls, wondering where they were from, if they were their half-siblings, that his mother had told them of.