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Trouble should come in more than just one pack. Yet another life was woven into the icy strands of the northern tribe, a ball of golden fur. The world remained dark and muddled for only a moment for this new awakening. Her own eyes were all to eager to open wide to the blurry palate of pale colors the world had to offer.

Than, as if something had reached out and stung her eyes, she shut them promptly again and pulled her head back with a sharp huff through her nostrils.

Her fur puffed out a moment while she retracted back away from the sudden and very brief sting. So this is how it was to be? Defiantly she opened her icy eyes again. This time there was more picture to the dreary blur before. The light respected her right to see this time and let her sight be. Her ears twitched while she lifted her head very carefully to look over her own back.

"..."

The small puff of fluff allowed an irritated squeak to escape his mouth as he continued to roll in the cold substance, that is until something finally stopped the mayhem. He was thankful to finally be still again, and slightly more thankful that whatever had stopped him was soft. 

He was not, however, thankful that the world around him seemed to be spinning around as a mile a minute. First the cold, then the bright light, and now this! What was all this? What was this world supposed to be? There was so much confusion running through the poor cub's mind, which caused more pain to shoot through his head. It seemed dizziness and confusion just don't go together.

After a moment or two the small cub rolled back onto his paws. The world still seemed the move, but not as bad as before. It was then, while looking around and trying to get his footing again, that he finally noticed that the world didn't seem so bright or as cold as before.

It was also then that he noticed he wasn't the only one in the area. Puffs of gold and black caught his sight and drove a bit of uneasiness into him. Without even thinking he let out a hiss and bunched up in fear.

Who were they?
Why were they here?

'Be calm' something within him said. 

Be calm? Wait...what was calm and how does one gain it?

Wait? What was that voice? HOW IS HE TALKING TO HIMSELF IN SILENCE!?

TOO. MUCH. CONFUSION!

*Uff*

The little brown puff felt the soft thud against the side of his body. Seeing nothing by white around him, brow forwarded as his thoughts shifted and tried to work though what had happened. Easily he relayed what happened in his mind, like he had seen it. (Which was all vary new to him, though he found to be helpful all the same.) He had been trying to get to the other one like him, to stop his rolling....and he moved...or rather lept, then the was a 'whoosh' and then sight was taken from him only to be replaced by another solid and dark one.

Curious.

Ears shifted at a strange sound. Sounds...that too was new. Helpful, but new. Ears then turned as he shifted, the crisp crunch of snow shifted to his movement. Everything was new, and everything had a sound.

A grunt left the black puff as two brown paws scrambled to pull his small boy back to the surface of the snow. As soon as his paw reached up, it felt something soft. In a instant it startled the brown and black cub! Hind legs rocketed him up and out of the hole.

Puffed, back ridge raised, and ears flicked back, as the stub of a tail hiked it's self up as straight as a pole.

He welcomed the other cub with open maw, showing off his little fangs. It seemed like the right kind of response. His body angled it's self cautiously at the other.

Slowly realization, from the startled burst of excitement caused Shepard to relax his little body somewhat. Enough to turn his head to look over at the other golden cub making their way towards them.

Balara could hear all kinds of strange noises coming from where the "feeling" was. Her ears perked forward and strained. There was certainly something going on. Suddenly, there it was. The source of all this noise was now in view. The brown and black swirls among- swirls? No, morel like dots.

She blinked while her eyes adjusted to the light bouncing off the snow. The darker dots were nicer to look at than the bright powder.

What were they doing?

With as much strength as she could muster, Bakara begun to bound toward the two dots. Her frame drifted an inch from the snow for a mere second before flopping back to the snow. All of her legs stretched downward as she lept again. It was an odd movement, hard to get used to... but fun.