Sunspire Mountains Barbastella [m]

He didn't know his name, didn't know he was technically a number, and didn't care. What he cared about was food, and warmth. He had both right now and was a sated creature, settling at his mother's teat until he had engorged himself on milk, drips and drops spilling from the corners of his mouth. Finished, he shifted his way into the living, breathing pile of cubs with much squirming, though still absent of voice. His first squeaks and whimpers would not come until the next day or so, but he managed without, laying his sausage-like body among his brothers before promptly falling asleep.