Sunspire Mountains Barbastella [m]

Unlike his relatively silent two older brothers, Sitamat let out a yowl of anger as the warmth around him quite suddenly dissipated after some unrest. Something warm and soft and comforting swiped over his body, but he was quickly left exposed to the cool air again afterwards and yearned for the thing to return. It did, guiding the newborn towards another, larger heat source. His siblings — registering only in his mind as other sources of warmth — bustled around on either side, each being driven by instinct and a single desire. Sitamat squeaked as he eagerly made his way towards his mother's teats, blindly prodding her stomach with his nose before finally finding one and latching on.