Unveil your abomination

It wouldn't make any sense for him not to know of the world. He could listen, listen to his mother talking and the wolves around him. While a world of darkness taught him nothing he learned names with scents. Names with sounds, aside... from his own. Ochitsu had not cried a word, when he had been born it was a worry if he was alive aside from the simple signs of breathing. So today, when his eyes were open he was intrigued by the colors around him. He'd been able to see.... in spring. Clumsy paws bringing him upwards looking for his mother and watching his smaller sister.... stumble out of the den to the entrance. Ochitsu had smelt her, she didn't quite smell like a female nor a male since it was mingled. Yet to him.... she was his sister.

Carefully the quiet boy would tuck his head underneath her body. Trying to prop her up to stand as his skinny tail stretched straight out. He would not speak a word but would worry over her well being. Careful his eyes said as did his actions. He was still.... listening. Turning to see what else he could study with these new seeing eyes of his.