Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

Final one! :D

He remained lying on his stomach unsteadily after successfully rolling back onto it, testing out his legs as he struggled to remain upright. It was a new, strange feeling, and Sitamat wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Like the first born, the boy seemed uncertain of what to do now, his oversized head wobbling as he tried to keep it from falling. Gravity won out in the end, and the last born eventually tiredly crawled his way to his other siblings, nosing his way in between two and latching onto a teat where he would suckle until he joined the rest in contented sleep.