Boartusk Heights Sky on fire

Scoria's second son was much, much bigger than her first. In all fairness, he should have been first into the world, had a certain someone not beaten him to it. In a way, it almost felt like he'd been robbed of such a special achievement. And so, once he had been dutifully washed and dried, he marched his way to the milk bar with a raucous battle cry.

In reality, it was more like a crawl and a loud string of grunts and squeaks, tiny paws battering his brother as he reached for a teat and began to suckle.