Sunspire Mountains tadarida

He latched to her immediately, which she felt. Her eyes lingered upon him as he continued to suckle, though did shift to her other children intermittently to observe the rise and fall of their backs. Each one was alive and well and grew by the day... and this was but the beginning. She could not wait for this slow, tedious beginning to end. If they had personalities yet, she could not tell. Tonravik could tell them from one another by sound, scent, and sight, but they all acted the same. The first-born was certainly the quietest of them, and Malrok the noisiest. Pingasut and Sitamat hovered in-between, but neither of them had yet reached the beige cubs vocal level. For that, she was thankful.