Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

Whether her sons move was graceful or not she did not know; she knew nothing of grace, not being graceful herself. Nor did she appreciate the prettiness of anything. Things were what they were. Tonravik only saw his success, and licked her chops as she looked to @Atuaserk and then, Sitamat. The large, last-born struggled, legs flailing. Tonravik did not feel the desire to help him in the slightest. He would need to work with his large body as best as he could... and the new mother hardly thought of the fact that he could need her then and there to assist. If his brothers could do it, he could do it. And he would lay on that damn back and go hungry up until he did. The militant mother continued to watch him, and watched as the second born deterred the first born in climbing atop him. Tonravik was swift to move him aside, next to the successful Pingasut.