Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

Fambly, plz!

Although he could see none of it, the world outside was growing dark. Dusk was upon them, and soon night would drink up the rest of the sunlight and lay it to rest. Malrok had been in the dark since the day he was born, and it would be another day or so before he would see his first light. For now, he crept around in the darkness, testing his legs with more and more weight each time he used them. He was shaping up to be a strong, driven, and curious wolf. Of course, there were infinite opportunities for his life to change in the blink of an eye, but he was not concerned with these things. And for once in his waking life, Malrok was not concerned with food, either. For now, he was content to explore the den, wobbling along the outside perimeter of his home, checking every nook and cranny.