Sawtooth Spire prism

*HOARDS*

Tonravik slept well that night, for once nothing at all causing a ruckus... not even her second-born. But the present quiet did alarm her some, despite having felt him latched to her but moments ago. Was his mouth full to the point of preventing his typical noisemaking...? If he could live past it, she would ignore it and let his milk-laden mouth stay full. The silence was sweet, but if he were in danger it would not be so for long. He looked fine, all in one piece and using the newfound strength he had acquired by holding a shaky stand... but it was then she noted something quite different.

Instead of two sandy-brown lids, she stared at two tiny blue eyes. The mother froze, her ears thrusting forward as she cocked her head before she straightened. The mother leaned toward him, to touch her inky nose against her sons own.