Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

His sleep was disrupted by her displacement of them, her nose shoving them to where she wanted them to be. Again, he did not whimper or whine — or at least he didn't think he did. To everyone else but his siblings, Atuaserk probably sounded like he was mewling, but at least he did so in anger. Like hell she'd push him around.

To get back at her, the blob flailed, aiming to whap her with a paw as he moved to roll onto his stomach. In his revenge, the dirty colored creature wriggled his way past his mother, unknowingly towards his sire and the warmth of sunlight.