Sawtooth Spire wrong side of the tracks

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He had only just gotten his mouth around a teat when mother stood and Malrok began to cry out in disdain. Although he had eaten just before he had slept, he found it positively unpleasant that he was not allowed to eat again. Through muffled ears, Malrok was vaguely aware of his mother's roar, though the sound was still far too dull to comprehend in any meaningful way. He could sense, though, the tension, and it quieted him for a time. Well, roughly three seconds, anyway. A giant paw wooshed over him, and he winced, then she was gone. That was when the fussing and crying really began. Malrok used his lungs to their full capacity, taking in deep breaths and pushing them out with the loudest, longest, high-pitched sounds he could muster.