Poor Sweet Child [banefam]

They had been pouncing in the snow, and Lebrah had been showing off a few of his dance moves. He burst out with laughter, looking up at the woman he considered to be his mother. She seemed rather off lately, more quiet and reserved. Sometimes she looked really sad, and he didn't quite know what to do about it. He was just about to do another jig when Anais took off, racing towards something. Lebrah scrambled to his paws, letting out a yip of excitement. Oh boy, a race! He took off quickly behind her, trying to catch up to her. Boy, was she fast! It was the fastest that he had ever seen her run, even faster than when they had raced towards the river! Jumping in the air and panting happily, he caught up to her tail as the soft fur tickled his nose. Shoving his face into her fluffy backside he gave out a joyous laugh, until he heard the cries.

Lebrah skid to a stop, snow kicking up around him as the calls of pain sounded out. Whimpering the male shrunk back towards the earth, red ears pinning flat against his skull. Anais entered the den, but he didn't want too. The cries were scary, and it made his head spin. Covering his ears with his paws he let out a small cry of his own, a pain suddenly so great within his heart. He knew what this was, what hurt and pain felt like. Thoughts of harming his siblings clouded his mind, but he didn't even have brothers or sisters! Her dying screams, crying out for the world to end. No! Stop! What was happening? These couldn't be memories, he didn't do anything like this, no! Never!

It was all too much for him to handle, until everything shut off. He cowered in the snow, pelt damp with sweat. The boy shook, unsure of what had just happened. He didn't like it, not one bit. He heard Anais' sweet voice from within the cave, and he wiggled forward until his nose was poked in. There, that was helping, right? He was there, kind of. Whining softly, he squeezed his eyes shut and prayed for it all to go away.