I am a guide to the labyrinth - any.

[Ribcage]

The red woman presses her lips to the black boy’s brow and exhales, blowing his wispy forelock. She trances up and down his bridge, and then the the edge of his jaw. Up and around, and finally stops on the emptied space above his cheekbone, feeling around the leathery hollow with her flexible, soft lip. He flares, pulling in the scent of pine and horsehair, the musk of her flesh and her breath. Familiar and comfortable; her side is all he has known. So very alike to his own, it feels as gracious and homely as the ribs he had grown in.

He moves his head towards, just as she pulls away, seeking the reassurance of her touch. “Go,” she mutters close to his ear, then she moves away, like two planets separating from each other's atmospheres. But she is larger, and so she poaches his oxygen and leaves him reeling.

“Come on, brother!” He turns his empty head towards the sound, turning back once more where mother had been to steel himself before reaching out his soft, black muzzle, finding the crook of sister’s blue back. “Follow me!” He keeps himself pressed against the sweeping of her young hips, his ears twisting nervously as she hums and guides him from the border of their piney home and into the beyond.

The unknown.
So deeply unknown.
It is a long walk, trying the fibers of his trust and calm, and by the time the pair come to a stop in the meadow’s center, he is worn thin. 
“We’re here, brother.”
“W-w-where?” He pulls in air to test, but it is utterly unfamiliar.
“Where the big horses go!” She says jovially, and then she skips away to revel in the rebelliousness of it.
“Sister?” He sqwaks, his ears pitched forward apprehensively.
“It’s fine, brother! I’m here.” Her voice is more distant, calling over the belly-high sway of tallgrass.

He takes a tentative step forward, the toe of his hoof catching in a pit in the dry earth, stumbling the black colt. “Sister!?” He breathes in as panic takes him like a wild gale takes a songbird. He steps forward again, this time more heedless, rolling his ankle on a stone, staggering him to his knees. The colt winches, his breath labouring as he tries to right himself, “ahhh… Sister?” He does not catch her response, anything she might have said as she rushed to him is drowned out by a swell of immense sound in his ears. Then light…

Bright, clean, cold, confusing light. He shuts his eyelids tight, jerking his head down and away from the glint. He hears a high pitched scream, and it rings in his ears like nothing he has ever heard before. Sharp and loud, and agitating. He shakes his head, trying to push the rush of senses away from him–reaching for his simple darkness. But it only grows as the screams continue to assail his eardrums and from deep behind his ribs he pulls a mighty rumble.

He means to say be quiet. 
It is a heaving roar–nothing compared to what he will be capable of in the years to come, and it scares them both. 
The blue girl falls silent, quivering and rearing back. 
The tiger’s ears pin, and his tails curls around his striped belly and up his side. He crouches, looking down at the large paws pressed into the dirt, kneading his claws in and out of his toes.

He turns his round, orange eyes back to sister, but she is yards away now, her wide eyes projecting a panic he understands.

And something about it is enticing, causing him to roll his muscled shoulders back.
This, he does not understand.

ooc - reusing my late quest post. waste not want not. he's about the size of a 6-7 month old tiger, by the way.