bullit

No help came to him, and he was unaware of his other brothers' struggles. They were competition to him, nothing more. He knew that they occasionally provided him comfort, but that was only as he lay sleeping. Awake, they only got in the way, giving him yet another obstacle he had to work around. Back to the task at hand. Nothing but open air surrounded him on all sides, his belly was cold, and nobody was helping. His head wobbled as he sniffed the air to the left, then to the right. Still no help. Malrok began to cry loudly, persistently, waiting for something to save him from this bleak existence that consisted only of air and dirt.