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

He lived a simple life for the moment — a comfortable pattern of sleeping and eating, occasionally exploring and bullying his brothers but not exactly fussed with moving about too much. He enjoyed being nestled between his siblings where it was warm and where his food source was close by.

However, when he woke in the morning and experienced sight for the first time (as undeveloped and unfocused as it was), the last born couldn't help but crawl over his family, escaping the huddle and curiously wiggling his way towards the strange light that was the entrance of the den. He hadn't noticed the smallest was already heading that way, too, and paused only when he ran face first into a fiery-coated rump.