Sawtooth Spire squalor

*invades all threads!*

Malrok had already been awake and eating. His stubby little tail twitched back and forth as he filled his growing belly with the warm milk from Tonravik's sleeping body. He ignored what little dull sounds he could hear behind him, but when somebody caused commotion from behind, it caused Malrok to lose his focus and the suction on his food source. Distracted by the movement, his own head turned from side to side as he jostled himself around to face the accosting brother(s).