Quietly strolling through the Grove Fenru made his way to the wreckage that now made up the den where he had been raised. The waters had since receded and cool, packed mud now filled up the place where he, Rihael, and Kisla had once slept as cubs. He observed how several broken branches had been piled up against a few trees' roots and how quickly the River had destroyed this still-important landmark. The corners of his mouth turned downward and he slightly frowned as he thought of how Mum was almost constantly caring for his new siblings. A growl bubbled in his throat and he swiped a paw at the soil, kicking up clods of mud.
Jealousy was something new to the young Tainn and it slightly amused him that his envy was not - or <i>not yet</i> - directed at Hael. He had had enough of being quiet, and finally, it seemed, he had reached his breaking point. His jowls snapped at a thin twig that protruded from what used to be the entrance to the burrow. It broke between his teeth and he was quick to jerk his head away to send the stick flying. He proceeded to attack what was left of the splintered piece of wood until the majority of it laid in shards at his feet. Once he had ripped the remnant of it out of the ground, he flung it across the small clearing and leapt at his next target, a nearby tree's damaged bark. He raked his claws down the flaking wood, not even fazed at the fact that he was easily able to <span class='word'>divulse</span> it and deeply mar the inner bark within.
After sometime his ears drew back and defeatedly he sat down. The gesture in itself might have outwardly shown that he was in control, a youth who was just mimicking his parents' motions that established them as the leaders of their pack, but inwardly he was still just as forlorn as he had been before his first birthday. Ice had helped in so many ways - fear no long gripped him for the most part, the spark that once constantly shone in the yearling's eyes had been restored, his usual curiosity surfaced now on occasion, and he was starting to harness and find outlets for his emotion - but now Fenru felt it was time for action. He had done enough thinking and emotion analyzing for now.
Thumping his tail heavily against the ground he cast his fiery eyes around in hopes that no one had witnessed his breakdown. While he had wailed for Corinna a countless number of times he decided it would accomplish nothing if he sought for her comfort or coddling (even if he felt like it was probably the one thing he wanted right about now). Instead, he lifted his muzzle and sung a low note that ascended gradually into a higher pitch... beckoning for <i>his father</i>.</blockquote>
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