Sawtooth Spire wrong side of the tracks

He was once again deposited back with his siblings, and the boy began to have hope that she would feed him. She did no such thing, instead moving away from him. He followed, tiny limbs pushing him against the floor. Malrok would not be deterred. His tiny round head bumped against her back leg, and he began to wail loudly. He would have his milk, and he would have it now. He knew not of the dangers outside, nor of the ones that could infiltrate the den, should his mother be gone long enough.