Sawtooth Spire squalor

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He persisted, trying to get at the food source that was blocked by a stubborn sibling. Faintly, he heard squawks and cries but paid them no mind, fully intent on getting back his spot. His pudgy face nosed Atuaserk's incessantly, even when he refused to budge. Only when their mother roused to sort out their bustling did the last born stop, bobbing his head around as the three brothers were rearranged. There was suddenly much more room, and Sitamat happily let himself fall in between two of the other cubs, finally latching onto a teat and becoming still once more.