Scorpion's Meeting Thing

The boy would stay laying down as Othello would come between the five children giving hem gentle licks and humming a lullaby. He would close his useless eyes, only making the aggravated grunts hit his ears harder. He tried to focus on the tune coming from the mother's mouth, but it would gently fade into the background and his orbs would come back open to her missing shadow.

He was glad to share part of his life with other pups like himself, it was more comfortable with them than Othello and Scorpion's children. He was still unsure on how they felt about him joining their family. And though there was no word on his true mother, his thoughts would drift to her.

He sat up, leaning his back against the wall as he waited to hear the woman's soft voice, but was only startled by a menacing growl that made him cower. He wasn't too fond of Scorpion, but it wasn't him. It was any of the men. But of course Exodus didn't understand that one day, he would be like them.

He gently padded his way to the mouth of the den, hoping not to step on any tails on his way out. It had been a bit crowded. When he came to the entrance, he stood half his body out, raised a paw before quietly speaking, "Othello?"

He could sense the tension, not only from the brute but from the fae as well. And he knew that her tension was not of all the children she had to mend to.

"Talk"
'Think'