Sunspire Mountains macrotus

She continued to pat his back, but Malrok would have none of it. The second-born son (though he did not know his birth order) squirmed to get away from her attempts to soothe him. She sneezed, sending a spray of snot blasting through the den. "Hic!" A brother crawled on top of him, and Malrok continued to fuss. He did so more vigorously now, swatting at the sibling on top of him, lashing his tail back and forth, squirming in order to get out from underneath his competition.

Mother licked them clean. "Hic!" He quieted then, the only indication of his unrest the occasional pulse of his body as his diaphragm spasmed again and again. He whimpered, but cried no longer. Instead, he began to move toward his mother's teat, eager to latch on and refill his belly with the food he had lost prior. Only then did his stomach calm, allowing him to drift into a food-induced sleep.