Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

In time he would either prove it had been a fluke or that he was indeed a graceful creature, in contrast to his bearish mother whom moved the world and did not move for it. For a few minutes, he did nothing, as if indecisive about what he wanted to do. Then he stood, took a step toward the commotion he sensed among his siblings, and then just as quick turned back to his mother and located a teat. Hunger had won out over whatever bit of his nature and instincts had started to pull him to his brothers. His mouth closed around a nipple, and he suckled.