Being silent meant a lot of things were noisier than needed sometimes. He realized a long time ago that he and his brother were similar in ways, different in others. He didn’t rouse at a loud noise, he didn’t seem to mind when their sisters ran and played rambunctiously. He didn’t notice anything. He heard his father say once that he couldn’t hear, and Lock decidedly thought that of the two of them he got it better. He wasn’t jealous, or angry about it, it was just of the things that were wrong he had the better. They were broken in some way that couldn’t be fixed, but their parents loved and cared for them and tried to make it work all the same. Lock though had trouble expressing himself at times. It was hard to show when he wanted to play or had enough without being over exaggerated with his already large body, but it was also easy to get his point across with his large size too. His siblings were all so small compared to him, just one more thing that made him stand out compared to the rest. At the same time though he knew that if someone ever were to pick on his small siblings he would be the one to very quickly show them that it wasn’t allowed.

He was a mess really. Liking his space but protective of his own, he was some awkward combination of both his parents where he prefered the calm but sometimes enjoyed the chaos that his sisters liked to bring with them in their play. He was still… growing… working out what and who he was in a world where he couldn’t speak, explain what was going on while everyone else moved their mouths and talked one hundred miles a minute. He was learning to understand what everything meant, he wondered if in his world of silence how lost his brother would become. Maybe they could help each other, do something to make it work for them. Right now though Lock needed to sort himself out before worrying about others.

He moved through the rain stomping through the rising waters of the pack lands. Already a marshland it was near impossible to keep his white paws from becoming muddied. Not phased when he fell or got more dirty, the jagged rocks had poked and hurt, but he brushed them off. It was then he heard the squish of mud and water again, and he turned around so that his pupiless eyes found the form of his very messy brother. He seemed to hold still for a moment then suddenly charged at him.

Having not really wanted to be followed a scowl crossed his face to begin with, but it couldn’t be helped. He was surprised of all of them the one that slept like the dead was up first to follow. He didn’t expect what was to follow though. Mud suddenly coming cascading towards him leaving him staring wide eyed until it splashed messily all over him. He closed his eyes just in time to feel it splash over his face, neck and sides.

He opened his eyes and shook the mud from his head and face. Feeling the need for some retribution though Lock turned, facing his rear to his brother and gave several good digging pushes through the muck with his paws. Sending mud, water and leafy matter of kinds towards his brother and further splashing his own belly. He was hoping for a little bit of revenge. Just a little.