Swiftcurrent Creek #YOLO

The mother of dragons came to his rescue, turning him over so that he wouldn't choke on his own bodily fluids. Soon after, she brushed him with her tongue, which was simultaneously cleansing and soothing. Relonikiv grunted with pleasure, raising no complaints whatsoever when Paarthurnax nudged him closer to her chest beside his brother.

Up close, Relonikiv could see Julius's individual hairs, some of them damp from their mother's tongue. Ooo, he cooed, pressing his face into the other pup's flank. He smiled, then withdrew to further study Julius's snowy pelt. Soon, he would be able to differentiate between each sibling and their mother based not only on their scents but the color of their fur.

Paarthurnax probably hoped her boys would settle down and go back to sleep. Yet his eyes had only just opened. Julius could snooze all he wanted. Relonikiv wasn't tired of his new sense yet. Though he remained cradled in his mother's arms for a few moments, he eventually began to scoot away again, now interested in the light spot on the den floor and, above that, the little motes of dust floating in the beam of morning sunlight filtering in through the den's mouth.

As he came closer to it, he felt a familiar tingling in the bridge of his nose and sneezed so explosively that he peed a little more. Oblivious, he kept crawling toward the light like some furry moth.