Sunspire Mountains Barbastella [m]

He was only vaguely aware of the world around him. There was fur and warmth—that was comforting. There was dirt and cold—that was unpleasant. Malrok continued to drink the warm milk that spilled from his mother, unaware that his siblings were doing the same. In time, he would realize who and what they were in his life. For now, they were merely occasional competition, and Malrok was determined to be on top. When he could drink no longer, he detached from his mother's teat and began to seek a comfortable pose. Doing so out of the womb was decidedly difficult, though his tiny baby brain couldn't make the comparison.