your mother is a clown car

Being trampled and dogpiled within the confines of the nest was all Shinrei had ever known. It was hard to really grasp the concept of likes and dislikes when one had only been accustomed to a certain environment. In this case, the pearly boy had grown used to being pressed against by warm, fuzzy mounds of his siblings that going outside was a foreign concept to him. He felt no urgency to explore, but he figured it was time to see just what outside had to offer. After all, Father had so graciously offered him and his siblings the opportunity - why not take it, show how brave he was?

The large boy squinted as he approached the den's maw, silently glancing up at the familiar, broad figure of his dad as he noticed his brother, Kaizen, had already ventured outwards. He'd noticed for a little while now that the dewclaws on his front paws were swollen, rather large, and in turn, it made his forepaws ache. He was in a discomforting state, not knowing why his front paws were hurting compared to the back ones, why he had those strange little toes on his back ones, but not his other siblings. Why so.. different? And yet, why the same?

Shinrei hovered at the den's entrance as well, glancing at Kaizen, then back at the siblings who had yet to emerge.