Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

other babies welcome to join always at any point!!!!!!

Atuaserk seemed spirited. His thwap was nothing, given his only legitimate reflex was to stiffen when she picked him up to be carried. At a day old, his worm-like movement also served him not well at all. Tonravik would only fret over their escape when their limbs were stable enough to carry them—today was not that day. Tonravik was quick to grab her child by the scruff and put him near his brothers, and after a quick headcount she placed a hind leg near to feel any of them shifting.

In the meantime, her mate had drawn closer. Close enough to know one of them had moved at all. Her tail flagged aggressively behind her as she postured defensively but took one step forward. His words prompted her into action. The woman charged forward to snap at his face. In matters of their newborns, she would draw blood if she could to ward any and all away, to know the severity of this sort of transgression. It was not her goal, but she would aggressively protect her brood up until the point she no longer needed to. She snarled a long, drawn out note as she withdrew, prepared to launch forward again if she needed to.