Sawtooth Spire it's hard to explain; lizards and pumpkins

Family!

It was morning, and this time he was the first to wake. He found himself pinned between the first and last born, but he was able to slip out without much trouble after a bit of worming around. Now free, the red-haired child stretched out, extending his front legs and then his back, until he was strung out as far as he could go. He sat down on his rump, head bobbing as he sensed the world around him. Suddenly, his eye lids slid back, revealing ice blue eyes. He blinked several times in rapid succession, swaying and wobbling as he adjusted to the new sensory information that was entering his mind. He could not make much out, but he could distinguish brighter and darker areas, and for now was fixated on the brightest - the mouth of the den. Curious, he slowly started to pad toward it.