Sawtooth Spire squalor

They slept, like usual, in a giant pile huddled next to Tonravik's side. Sitamat was currently sandwiched between Atuaserk and Pingasut, snoring quietly. It was his favourite spot, cocooned in warmth and lulled to sleep by his sibling's soft breathing. So when the eldest began to wiggle and crawl, disturbing the rest of the huddle, he was roused from his nap.

Feeling pressure on his face as Atuaserk used him as a platform to get to a teat, he released a high-pitched cry, worming forwards as he tried to rid himself of whatever was standing on his oversized head.