Blackfeather Woods We survived a week in the Brotherhood!

Vassago let out a single wail as he was stripped from the nipple, holding on as firmly as he could, but the warmth hed come from snatched him away. Young as the little one was, he could feel the tension in the den: not that he cared much. Such things were beyond him, for at least another few months. Had he known emotions, he would feel bad for making Pyro's life hell. Later in life, perhaps, he would make up for it all. 
Malice put him at another teat, but he stubbornly refused, turning and seeking out the spot he'd been before. With little senses, however, the little boy ended up pulling himself away from the nest.