Meeting the children

When his mother called, he was already off on his own little adventure. Making use of the shadow of the volcano, he was able to avoid the worst of the setting sun's rays while he ranged towards the borders and overturned heavy boulders in search of obsidian cobbles. An idea had sprung to mind, and he was getting ready to set the plan in motion. However, his mother's summons rang out rather insistently from the corner of the territory that he knew to be the den site. A long sigh shoved its way through his pale nostrils, and the lanky youngster gave the boulder another hard shove to topple it down the mountainside. He had little regard for anyone who might be in its path- if they didn't hear it rumbling and tumbling down the mountainside, that was on them. There was a sizeable cobble of volcanic glass lodged beneath the dislodged stone, and he picked it up before trotting briskly towards his mother's call. He wasn't particularly interested in meeting anyone new today, since he was already busy. However, it seemed important, so he would get there.. eventually.

A cursory pitstop at the hollow near the middle of the volcano's slope where he was storing the rest of his obsidian. The pallid youngster dropped his latest acquisition into the hollow, replaced the unobtrusive pumice stone over the pile to dissuade theft, and off he went again. It was a bit of a trek to get around the slopes of the volcano, and he was taking a rather odd route for no other reason than his own entertainment- picking his way through the crags and crevices that ran up and down the slopes as he circled back around to the den. So when he saw his family gathered outside the den with one of the wolves he only knew of in passing, he wasn't surprised that they were waiting on him. Skidding down the incline towards the den, he unleashed a torrent of pebbles and dust to precede his arrival. Viscera thundered onto the scene with a tiny smirk on his face, and joined up with his little twin brother. He passed over the cobalt male as he sought to meet his mother's pale gaze, deliberately snubbing the male in the interest of making a show of distrust and disinterest. He seemed keen to snuggle up to the children's mother, but that didn't mean anything. Right?

Dropping his rump heavily onto the ground beside Ichor, and by extension Mac, the lanky boy blinked lazily at the rest of the assembled family and waited for someone to break the silence. He certainly wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of speaking first.

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