day one: try not to die please

Leaving Fireside was no small thing. It was the only place Lotus had ever known. He gave the sheep a fond wave goodbye, having enjoyed teasing and chasing them when no one was looking. The den that was their mothers was the hardest to leave, though they had been shipped into a different den with Auntie Motif long before this day. Motif was not his mother, but she still gave good cuddles, so he was glad the woman was coming with them.

Lotus (naturally) stuck close to Ivy through the trip. He enjoyed the way Ivy remembered their mothers songs and hummed the lullabies in his soft tones by Lo’s ear. Lotus knew he could never replicate them, or remember the words, but Ivy did. He held a piece of their mother with those songs, and only added to the long list on why he loved Ivy the most.

When they came to a stop, and their grandfather gave them permission to explore, he hopped down beside Ivy and shook out his coat. He snickered softly at his brother's words and straightened at the mention of a hunt. “I’m in” He said, stating the obvious.

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