May 24th; Early morning; Partly Cloudy; 57° F/14° C.
The sound of a songbird just outside the den woke the second-born infant with a start. Black-lidded eyes opened curiously but barely allowed for his field of vision to broaden. In the darkness of the Infirmary, a squint sufficed. Warily crawling away from the two warm bodies of his siblings, he doddered away on four wobbly but sturdy limbs until he was fully into the main area of the sanctuary his only parent had built. He slowly came to realize that the dark and comforting presence that was his mother, the being that provided him with everything he needed, was not here. His eyelids continued to flutter, trying to will his eyesight to sharpen but to now avail.
Two steps were bravely taken but in an instant afterward, Sköll Archer was back on his belly and elbows again, his face wrinkled with dismay that he had not yet found {Elettra} or anything remotely like her. Small, black-padded paws groped the air before planting into the cool soil that made up the den floor, his hind legs bunching then propelling himself forward after finding purchase in the ground behind him. By instinct, he should have staged an uproar, an appeal and demand for the nurturing his body now ached for, but in the past week or so, he had fallen silent between his brother and sister's own reflexive cries. Though he lifted his large head and tilted his nose upward, he opened his mouth in a lengthy yawn, his tongue curling before his jowls closed.
Again, the unseen source of warbling sound found its way clearly into the Willow Ridge den, and the young prince, though merely 16 days old, perceived it with a startling jolt. Despite his still-blurred vision, he glanced around, his folded ears rotating and swiveling about as his nose twitched. A whine caught in his throat and he crept soundlessly forward, his chubby form bringing his head into the entrance of the underground burrow. The singing sparrow somewhere above him in the willows seemed to have caught sight of him, and with a small chirp, it flew away, leaving the princeling alone to stare uncertainly at the soft outlines of gray clouds and silhouetted trees.