i chose violence

When the young spectre woke, he did so with a few minute twitches of deadly claws and a soft huff. Blinking the bleariness from obsidian and garnet optics, the young Klein rolled lazily to one side and freed the majority of his body from the pile of puppies. Long talons gripping the hard packed earth under him, he pulled his hindquarters free with a small grunt. One paw had been tucked up under Ghoul's chest, but it slipped free with one insistent tug. The ruddy boy wouldn't even notice, probably. Rising slowly to unsteady, sleep addled paws, he found himself unable to stifle the massive yawn that overcame him. He tried to shake the remaining sleepiness from his tiny frame, and then turned back to the pile of sleeping bodies pressed up against one of the earthen walls of the den. He could have sworn they'd started out in the middle of the room when they'd call gone to sleep, but at some point in the night they must have started shifting and shuffling towards the wall. Narrowed eyes scrutinized the tangle of limbs until he could see a lone alabaster paw poking out from somewhere beside Widow. Creeping closer, champagne jaws parted and promptly clamped down on the delicate wrist. No pulling or tugging involved, and his grip was weak at best. Mostly just intending to dig those needle-sharp fangs in deep enough to wake Ichor up. It still felt strange to have a name for each of his siblings.

"Wake up, time for an adventure." he hissed into the assortment of unconscious bodies. Rather than waiting for a response from his twin, the leggy little youngster wandered off towards the mouth of the den. He did, however, pause to check on his mama. She was sleeping soundly still, and the pinkish crystals glowed more dimly than when she was awake. It was safe to sneak out. And so off he went, scampering up and out into the open air. A light drizzle was coming down, bogging down the worst of the fog and but limiting visibility even further as the alabaster pup squinted against the light rain. He waited patiently for his little twin to join him on those short little legs of his, tail sweeping rhythmically against his heels while he considered where they were going to head off to today.

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