Sawtooth Spire prism

Whoever!

Technically speaking, Malroks eyes had begun to unseal themselves overnight. Being that it was so dark, though, he had not noticed anything different. He napped through the rising sun and awoke hungry some time after that. Malrok began to whimper as he searched for food, though he quickly ceased his complaints when he latched onto a teat and drank his fill. It seemed as though his siblings were still asleep, for they did not fight him for food like they so often did.

It was only when he drew his head away from his food source that his brain began to recognize the blurry shapes. They were illuminated by ambient light that filtered in through the den's opening. Because his memory was so terribly short at this point, he thought nothing of it. Instead, his eyes simply locked on to whatever was moving and he wavered there, barely holding himself up on four tiny limbs.