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

His belly was full, and his bowels empty. His fur was dry and he was comfortable. He had all that he could ask for at this time, until he the warm presences around him began to shift. On some level he could sense the unrest among them, but it meant nothing to him. So young, he (and likely his brothers) were exceptionally sensitive to temperature, and it was this that he responded to. His head bobbed gently as he sought out more warmth, eventually pulling himself to his brother Malrok. His nose pushed against his sibling's ribs before he managed to squirm around until he laid perfectly parallel, and had the length of his body pressed to Malrok's. Sufficiently warm again, he dozed.