Sunspire Mountains macrotus

Her eyes were trained upon the alien looking things. It was Malrok who responded first to the challenge. Following him in ground-breaking seconds was Sitamat, who was perpetually hungry, and then Atuaserk. The third-born presently snoozed although was now beginning to rouse, but her eyes remained upon Malrok. Their routine was becoming a set one... but she wondered if they understood change yet, or what to do about it. It seemed that they could. But their pace was too slow, and instinctively, she reached for the second-born. He stiffened automatically in response, making it easier... and she placed him near her warmth, and sustenance. Already they were cool; she learned, then, that they could not yet regulate their own temperature. So she collected the others, too.

She exhaled a warm breath of air unto their backs. Pingasut settled and did not yet eat, but he had eaten plenty enough for her to not goad him into doing so. Instead her attentions turned back to Malrok. They were both boring and interesting. Tonravik attempted to discern who they would become, but any personality traits they had she had yet to identify.