Sawtooth Spire squalor

The shoving and bustling was irritating but as long as it did not disturb his feeding than he would cause no hell, for his brothers or his mother. Warmth was warmth and food was food and in this moment, the first born did not have the capacity to care who it was feeding at his side. By the time he was able to have such thoughts, he would remember none of this and instead forge new opinions as he grew older.

Disengaging from his mother's teat for a moment, the oldest of her brood took a chance to burp, making room for more food before he went back to his task.