Sawtooth Spire squalor

And from myself!

Someone was trying to shove him and the first born wasn't having any of it. If possible, his milk teeth latched on even harder, likely to the discomfort of the mother-unit. As harm to others was not something he could not yet comprehend, it was not until mother-unit nudged at his face to make him let go that he released her, obviously unhappy with the situation as he cried at her. But suddenly, fatigue swept him and his moment of being upset was remedied by the lull of sleep, which he fell prey to amongst the warmth of his brothers.