Twin Moons

She greeted him in kind, and their downy cheek fur mingled briefly before his mother settled gently upon her haunches at his side. The clearing beyond the den wasn't particularly large, but it was comfortable enough for the two of them to catch up. So he thumped down onto his own rump to lean lightly against her shoulder. She admitted that the latest litter was a rambunctious bunch and she was grateful to her husband for his assistance. He matched her soft laughter with his own quiet chuckle. "I know we weren't much better, at least you've got an extra pair of eyes now." he added with a grin. "You can always give me a call if you need someone to keep them occupied, I feel like I haven't been very present lately.." the pallid prince said it with a soft sigh and a tiny frown that was quickly wiped away as he looked to his mother again. She asked after his own state and he shrugged lightly.

"I've been.. alright. Now that we're older I've realized I don't have the same drive as my siblings- no, that's not right. Ah," Viscera drew the last syllable out between his teeth as a low hiss while he sought out the right words. "It's not the drive that's missing, it's the direction. I've seen Ghoul and Widow pursuing their interests with a fervent intensity that I wish I could mimic. I just don't know what it is I want to do with myself now. Being warrior would be fine, but there's none of the socialization that I enjoy. It's all combat and conflict- at least the way that Ghoul does it." he admitted it with a slow drawl that was quite unlike his usual pointed, charming tone. He was unsure of himself, it was plain to see. He glanced over to his mother again. "How did you know you wanted to create Habari, mom?" he asked with a curious tilt of his head. Yes, maybe he could draw inspiration from her and figure out what he wanted to do with himself.