Sawtooth Spire ding, ding, we have a winner

The great warm entity departed, causing Malroks cries to intensify both in volume and in pitch. He squirmed about, over, under, and through his mass of three brothers, likely pushing them apart in the process. He was nearing the den's opening when she returned and put him back into place with the rest. But the wolf pup was unsatisfied. He continued to fuss, whimpering and stepping on his brothers' heads, clawing to get away from them only to cry about not having enough warmth. His back legs, mostly useless, kicked at the open air and dirt beneath him as he continued to wail. He had come into this world quietly, so perhaps he was making up for it (ten times over).