Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

He got only the tiniest lick in before his mother swept it away, and he sniffed around searching for it again. It was lost, though, and he had been defeated. This was quickly forgotten with the arrival of one of his brothers. Slowly but surely, he was coming to distinguish them from one another. Although they all smelled quite similar, they had slight differences in their scent, each one. He had managed to sit just before his brother nosed his side, stumbling only slightly with his front feet before steadying himself and regaining his balance. A wobbling head turned in his brothers direction, intent on mouthing him now that the beetle had disappeared from memory.