Sawtooth Spire prism

His world was enveloped by black again, though Malrok did not protest such changes. Considering he did not know what was going on, and he had little to compare it to, he had no reason to be upset. An instant later, though, he felt the familiar touch of his mother's nose upon his own, and his little tail wriggled behind him. His bright blue eyes blinked, though he could perceive no difference when he did. Tonravik's black fur prevented him from seeing anything at all. He stuck out a tongue to lick her nose, acting on his instinctive curiosity. Not long after, his back legs folded under him, and he held himself up in a sit.