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Bran and Nier are about three months old, back in the Valley.



Bran is by Kiri!

Thick chocolate legs twitched manically against the ground, one of the only parts of his body free from the body pile that was the Stormbringer children. The three had landed in this heap a few hours before, Bran's front paws squashed underneath Niernan's torso while his head rested across his sisters back. The muddled up heap of puppy fur dreamed fitfully, a twitch or a whine every now and then emitting from one of the trio. The den was dark, a warm earthen den that the trio had only just been allowed to roam free from and they'd chosen to crash for a nap earlier this morning. The mid-morning sun had begun to shine through the entrance to the den, revealing that the 'doorway' was not as hidden as it was once thought to be. The carelessness of the puppies as they charged out of the earth each morning was doing wonders at shifting away the carefully laid dirt and rocks to conceal the entrance.


A gentle breeze filtered down into the den, ruffling the exposed fur of the little boy's rump. A soft whine, turned grumbling groan emitted his little muzzle as brown eyes fluttered open. The darkened wall of the den was a comforting sight to the young boy, although he'd begun to really notice that the world outside their den was far more interesting than the den. They were on their own, Ma and Pa were clearly out, as was Uncle Emeris. Brown eyes narrowed mischeviously, before the little boy had even fully woken up and extracted himself from the bundle of bodies. With his head still resting on the back of his sister, Bran nuzzled her softly, hiding the grin on his lips. It took him only a few seconds to part the fur on his sisters back, growing milk teeth nipping at the pink skin sharply. He winced as his sister gave a squeal of pain, shooting up, eyes filling with tears. "MOMMA, MOMMA, BRAN BIT MEEEE!".


He should have known she'd cry for Ma as soon as she felt the 'playful' nip. He'd only wanted to wake her up. He knew by now though that their mother was incredibly good at knowing when Ele needed her and she wouldn't be far away. Giving his darker brother a quick head-butt in the side, he pulled his front legs out from underneath his older brother. "Nier! Nier cummon! We haf t'go!" He cried, scrambling to pudgy legs to try and get out of the den before their Ma returned and beat his ass for causing his sister pain. Not looking back to see if his darker brother was following, he scrambled out of the den, desperation tinged with a large amount amusement, brown eyes dancing merrily as he tried to put space between himself and his wailing sister.

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