There was something terribly wrong with his mom but he hadn’t realized anything until he was able to open his eyes for the first time. She was laid out on the cool den floor, asleep it seemed, but her breaths were ragged. He didn’t know that this meant anything at all but he had a feeling that she should be up and playing with he and Myrcella. His voice comes out in a squeak as he nudges her chin gently, ”M-momma?” Nerys doesn’t respond and continues in her arrhythmic breathing. ”Don’t worry momma, I’ll get someone to wake you,” he promises with determination in his young voice.

He makes his way through the labyrinth of a den, weaving under and around thick roots, toward the entrance so that he can start his journey for help. He looks back only to instruct his sister on what to do. ”Stay put and yell if momma gets worse,” he tells her in a serious tone - as serious as a puppy could possibly be. And then he is off, climbing out of the den and into the sunlight for the first time. It is all so bright and astonishing, there’s too much for him to focus on at one time! From the trees that reach miles high, to the birds soaring above them, the lush grass at his toes, and the smells carried in the air. He almost forgot his reason for being out here in the first place… almost.

His eyes snap back down to earth as the shrill call of another puppy catches his attention. Heterochromatic eyes search through the trees of the mountain to see a young girl, no older than him, shouting for her family just outside of a den. They could be the ones to help his mom! He sprints off in a clumsy fashion toward the excited girl, his ears flopping atop his golden head and his one-seeing eye focused on her as he tries not to fall on the slopes.

The bumbling golden and white body of Icarus comes careening down the gentle hillside as he does his damndest to keep his balance on the uneven ground. His attention is so focused on her that he misses his footing and tumbles head over heel down the rest of the hill until he ends up in a slump a few feet from her. It was a good thing that he was stocky and mostly pudgy puppyness at this age or else he may have truly hurt himself. He takes a moment to right himself again as his dizzied head spins from the motion until the pretty, pale girl is in focus again. ”Ooooh…” he mumbles as he feels his stomach turning from the topsy-turvy motion. Maybe he doesn’t feel so good after all.