Sawtooth Spire we are nothing but waddling colonies of tiny little monsters

He seized her in his mouth and wrapped his forelegs around as best he could (which was not that well). For a brief moment, in his mind he was gaining the upper hand, but then she swept her muzzle down and toppled him like he was a mere sapling and she was a northern gale. This was, of course, more or less true. However, the third born was not deterred, he was quick to right himself him and attack her again, but this time he broke a cardinal rule that he had not yet firmly learned. His frustration reached a peak, and this time when he jumped at her muzzle, his teeth were bared and they did seek to bite into her as hard as he could providing she did not move away, and if she did... well, whatever else was in reach his tiny teeth would seek.