So many voices, so many colors, so many things to focus on and yet Evy cared more about feeding then the actual duty of mingling with the crowd it all seemed like so much of a chore and their blurry features made her more dizzy than interested. She knew that with time she would find these many faces more interesting and perhaps build relationships with them that would last until her elder years but for now she worried more about the little critters that stood at her level of vision, in particular was Celandine. Her sister had followed her closely, taking he space of her mothers leg and begging for attention that had rightfully been Evy's but she would not complain, instead she would get even. When she felt her at her side she threw her rump toward her, wanting to knock the young femme onto her bottom and away from the general area of Borlla's tit--she was so into her own duty of outsmarting Celandine that she'd missed her mother introducing her. What a shame, but than again, she was not a big fan of the lime light anyway.


She could sense her brother as well, @Takis was the other large pup that would no doubt surpass her in height and weight but for the moment both cubs were the same size, and height, their only difference lied in gender and color. At the moment the distinction of colors was far too complex to Evy, she only knew one thing and that was the fact that her siblings were blindingly white and it burned her eyes, in fact her mother held the same color but she was different, she would always be different, she was mother and she supplied their milk. After a few moments of mewing, she disregarded Celandine and wandered toward Borlla's belly where she would remain in warmth and good food.

The blurred images that had swarmed before his eyes became more focused each day -- the change was not so distinct instantly that it awed him -- nor could he hold such thoughts at such a tender age. Instead, his full belly was pressed against the dark den, his mouth opening as a low burp exited -- another noise he had grown accustom to making. Borlla urged her brood forward, but he remained behind, looking at her with the laziness that could only come with sleepiness from a content and well fed pup.

Yet when Evy and Celandine -- the sister she often curled in between for optimal warmth -- went with her, a grunt escaped him then before he picked his tiny muzzle up. Another grunt emitted from him -- a part whine, as he attempted to bark attention back on to him. It was ineffective, and had he the notion to scowl, he would back.

Instead, Takis stood on wobbly, two week old legs, teetering along the den before stumbling out in to the light. His eyes blinked in the sudden bright sun, only then noticing the outlines of others as his gaze focused. It was a larger crowd, and while he was not nervous, nor was he brave. Instead, the ivory babe moved forward, plopping himself near where Evy had wandered to the safety of Borlla's side before he plunked fully down on his belly once more, his tiny jaws aiming to gum at his darker sister's tail.

Borlla's call had not been lost to him nor ignored -- simply, the male had been too far away to make it to her side in a decent time. The thought of her introducing the pups without his presence was unsettling to him -- not in the sense that he did not believe she could not protect them, but for the simple fact that there were those among him who had yet to gain his trust. It had been different when Kyros and Hypatia had been introduced to their pack.. Magnolia Glen had been a family then. Now.. now they were simply a unit, and the ivory regal was uncertain how to go about closing the distance between his pack members.

The moments passed befor ehe finally came upon the group. The rabbit dangled from his jaws, and his eyes, while taking in the impressive number of wolves who did show, also fell upon the same offering he held for the regal female. Amusement flickered in his eyes, and pressing forward to move up to the side of his mate, the alabaster wolf dropped his own meal to the mother of his children, pressing his nose to her cheek in greeting before his eyes briefly fell upon the three bundles of fur. Squirming and content enough, his eyes instead drifted back to his pack members, lifting his muzzle slightly higher. My apologies for my late entrance, he murmured to them, though his eyes flickered to Borlla, who the apology was truly meant for. I was caught mid-hunt.

With Celandine hot on her heels, the young Arygris moved her legs quicker to so that she could beat her litter mate to the nearest tit, and despite the fact that Celandine probably cared little for food than her mothers affection, she would not be beaten for food. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she closed her eyes to forget the blinding light that would meet her once she exited the den and made it to her mother's side safely--with a small whine she latched onto a tit and drank quietly.


Somewhere in the den her brother finally stirred and moved like his sisters in the direction of the cooing sound of their mother, though she could not see him with her eyes closed she smelled him and shifted her weight in the direction she assumed he was coming to block him. He would not steal her spot, it was warm and comfy and she had fought hard for it--the milk thieves could not have it.


Her father, his voice deep and his stench strong, entered the den shortly after the strangers poked their head into the den to catch a glimpse and she opened her eyes to get a good look at him. He was bright like the others but he was imposing and tall, his strange colored eyes intrigued her though she closed her eyes once more to enjoy her milk and before long she began to doze off, finally content with the situation. Maybe in the morning she would be more tolerant of these strangers.


{Exit sleepy Evy}