Sawtooth Spire prism

The last-born was the next to rouse. He looked to her, first, and her tail thumped against the earth as she shifted in place, licking her chops excitedly. Two of her sons could see already with what she presumed was perfect vision. Pride swelled in her heart, and she growled. Tonravik would tell her mate of this when the other two roused. Again she nosed them, hoping to force them into wakefulness regardless of the state. Even her second-born was not vocal at this moment, overwhelmed by sight she presumed.

Malrok recognized Sitamat and the mother was content to watch them interact in whatever way they decided to. Her sons were growing up and now, would interact, seeing one another for the first time as they had seen her. An ear twitched and she looked to the other two, checking to see if they had awoken yet.