Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

Unlike his siblings, Sitamat was not all that coordinated yet. Even with the use of his hind legs, which had grown stronger now, he still had trouble righting himself as their mother nosed each of them onto their backs. He grunted and squeaked in annoyance from being awoken from his nap so rudely, rocking back and forth as he flailed his limbs in the air. He only paused when Tonravik moved to block the den entrance, distracted by the movement, before resuming his helpless wriggling.