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

Apparently, she wasn't having his "escape", as he found himself being picked up and placed back with the other warm blobs. True, it was warmer here but he had wanted the other warmth too, where the ground grew hot and toasty. Hot/cold and hunger were the only senses he knew then, and with the energy he had spent in his wriggling, he was now desiring food. The light vibrations of his brother gave of little signs that he, too, was experiencing some kind of upset and Atuaserk added his voice in, crying out for the only one who could sate their young, day-old needs.