Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

The third born was in his glory. He snuggled into his father, and in turn, his father scooped him closer and lavished affection upon him. He cooed softly, burrowing his head further into the thick, fiery fur. The breath of air upon his ears caused them to twitch and he looked back, a silly smile on his lips. His father licked him, and he tried to lick back but his salmon tongue missed as Iqniq turned his attention to Sitamat. No matter, he was where he wanted to be, and wiggled in as close as he could when his father's leg pinned him in its crook. His little tail did not cease wagging.