Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

He would not be allowed to fight his own battles—not today. Swiftly, he was picked up (and he immediately went limp, as was customary) and placed among his siblings. But he had been exploring! Determined, Malrok squirmed his way out of the sibling spaghetti, weak limbs pushing him along the den's floor once again. He had only his sense of touch, smell, and taste to guide him, but they were enough. Again, he gravitated toward the same spot, only to bump into Tonravik's front paw before he began to whimper and cry. This was no fun... no fun at all!