There was a tension in the air that wasn’t their previously around the lands, in the words of his parents and the other grown ups around him, but most of that was lost on the russet headed boy. In fact, it was like nothing changed at all! He booped and bopped all around the land on his little paws and extremely gangly legs, looking more like some fawn than he did a wolf at times with how he trotted around his tail waving about above his back and just generally looking goofy. Though unlike his brother, somehow the loud, strange child wasn’t exactly inept at hunting for himself.

Well HE liked to think he wasn’t inept at hunting. After all the other week he caught a THING and it had all these spikes and stuff! He caught it though! But well he didn’t kill it, and then he got these things all on his face and nose and stuff and his father spent the whole evening grumbling at him as he picked them out of his face, asking why the hell he went after something called a porcupus or something like that. Well! He thought his dad was pretty proud of him though for well trying! And he didn’t even cry one tear as his dad plucked out the quills. Though it was still clear he had been through that whole ordeal with the scabs all over his face and weird spacing in his fur.

Right now though Vayrus was doing something rather normal for him and that was, ”SANS! YOU LAZY OAF! SANS! We are supposed to be cleaning the den!” The boy barked running around probably scaring off any other creature that was in earshot. He went quiet though when he noticed some very deep footprints in the ground and he tilted his head his large expressive eyes taking it in before being PRETTY sure that they were his brothers. It was like he only twitched and he was off running down the path the paw prints had gone. Soon his brother’s scent filled his nose but even then he didn’t stop, but he could hear something about starving and there was another familiar voice too, but before he even really took it in there was his definitely not starving, if not just fat, brother and he was plowing into him.

”SANS! YOU LAZY BONES!” Vayrus barked, completely upside down and on the ground staring up at him. ”Why are you lazying about here. You better not be begging for food!” The boy barked rather loudly at his brother, though he was still completely on his back. IT was then that he noticed a very familiar little girl. ”OH HEY! It’s YOU! I remember you! He’s not asking you for food is he? DAD says he needs to hunt for himself from now on and no one should be giving him handouts! Not that MOM does that. She’s too nice even if Dad its for his own good!” He said now flailing about on the ground rather animatedly and comically, really though was it too hard to work and feed himself? Did everyone have to hunt for him?