Inside. He liked it here. This was his den, his home and everything he knew up until now. It was cozy and nice, they had plenty of food, why would anyone want to leave? The little cub could not understand why Blaise seemed so anxious to place his little paw outside. Was it something he did not know? The outside world was full of creatures, some big and some small but every single one of them had teeth bigger of them and claws bigger than them...everything was bigger than them. The violet puc shook his cranium in dissaproval just before golden optics notices the shadow of his sibling runnng towards the exit of their den and stepping into the sun, into the outside. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. What was he doing? Oh no. Come back. came the yelp of the tiny cub, barely above a whisper, hardly audible. What was he going to do? He was the runt, the tinies one, the lowest in the food chain. But he had to bring him back, right? With trembling tea-cup paws the violet cub headed towards the exit, woobly paws shaking with fear of what was beyond the line of the shadows followed his sibling pawsteps. Pace lessing as he approached before he came to a complete stop at the border between den and The Outside. Blaise.. he yelped one more time after his brother yet he was no where in sight. His bat-like ears, to big for his own skull, flatted upon his head as his tail was tucked carefully between his legs. I do not think w-we should do that. he tried again, an octave higher this time in the hope that he is still near by, listening. M-Ma-Mamma will be mad. he continued his pleading, his voice trembling along side his frail bodice. The sun was up in the sky, illuminating the forest and everything around them, forcing the young cub to squeeze his optics. Blaise..I..Imma tell on you.
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