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

Last one for me!

Mother cleaned him, and Malrok—for once—did not protest. Instead, he snuggled in when Pingasut was wedged between himself and Sitamat. His head bobbed left, then right, as it so often did, and then he let out a yawn that stretched his tiny wolf cub jaws and lungs to their limits. Content, he began to breathe more steadily, muscles twitching as he entered the first phase of sleep. His was a dreamless sleep, consisting only of a dark void filled with rest. For now, Malrok slept, nestled with his siblings and mostly quiet until he would awake later, ready to start fussing.