big first steps

Ichor had to give it to the kid, he had the spirit at least but as he began to yell Ichor winced, remembering that this topic was probably in pretty poor taste right now. He popped a forepaw out to place on the kid's head. "Shh don't go shouting it, Habari's all about secrecy, don't want other packs learning we got this power right?" He wasn't sure he was equipped to even begin to explain death to the kid and why it wasn't a great look be shouting about it right now. Macabre walked up beside him and Ichor glanced up at his litter mate. Mac's eyes were probably pretty unnerving to most wolves, and even he couldn't help the shiver that went down his spine when it was paired with that smile of his, but he'd learned to get used to it. After all they'd been born during a weird time, they'd all thought the world as it had been during the long night had been normal. Which meant that his tolerance for weirdness was pretty fucking high.

Their younger brother began to play fight at his ankles and after a glance up at Mac again Ichor decided someone better play along. He groaned loudly and rolled over onto his back, legs stiff and he rolled his forked tongue out of his mouth. "Please no more!" He wailed melodramatically.

"Ichor Klein"