Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

Will post once again as well!

Their mother returned almost as soon as she had left, and Sitamat quietened slightly, still letting small squeaks escape his tiny maw. He paused only when he felt something warm spill onto his hind as Malrok gifted him his previous meal, which was promptly cleaned up. Confused for only a split second, the boy wriggled as he was ushered into a huddle with his brothers.

His wish for warmth was granted, and the youngest happily allowed himself to be sandwiched between his siblings. One side seemed smaller than the other and, while Pingasut idly nosed his back before letting his head rest on his side, Sitamat squirmed, trying to find a comfortable spot nestled against Atuaserk.