Sawtooth Spire me seagull you boardwalk trashcan

@Malrok

He was sleeping. He not long ago fed, and his mother and helped him to expel and be cleaned of the waste from his feeding prior to that. Though he was not aware, around him his family also slept, and there was peace in the den. What he was aware of was the quiet, not as perceived by his still-deaf ears, but by his body. There was not jostling, no shifting... or there was not, until he decided that he needed to wriggle to re-situate himself. He squirmed between his brothers, Atuaserk and Malrok, until he was on his side and his legs were flopped over Malrok's body. The third born was now effectively spooning him, and for the cherry on top he stuck his nose in his brother's ear.