Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

Omg momma you are so mean! :P

No sooner had he started to annoy one of his brothers was he flipped over onto his back again. This time, though, the boy wailed instead of remaining completely silent. Even so, instinct took over and he swung his legs again, rolling away from—rather than toward—his siblings this time around. His still-closed eyes could not discern this difference, of course, though his sense of smell was growing stronger and making things easier. At least he had a decent sense of touch!

The boy began to pull and push himself forward, further away from his family and closer to the den's entrance. After a few struggling pushes, he stopped, bobbed his head up and down, and began to cry. He had been away from them for too long, instinct told him, and since he had no way to know that they were behind, rather than ahead, he could not even turn the right way.