Sunspire Mountains tadarida

The scent that came from him was stale and not revolting to the mother, who had dealt with more offending a stench in her lifetime. She licked at his face after his burp to clean anything that might have come... but, there was nothing there, and he resumed his drinking. Tonravik herself observed each of her babes, adjusting them as needed. All was calm and quiet, however... and little adjusting was required. So as she often did in these rare moments, she rest her head against the earth again. The mother did not yet attempt to sleep; she knew better than to try such a thing immediately.