Moonspear the world is quiet here

Among his litter, he was making for a nondescript presence, growing, sleeping, eating, and wiggling around a little beside his sisters, often tucked against his mother or father somewhere. Usually he didn't raise a lot of fuss because generally speaking, he was pretty content with his state of things. His personal bubble stayed small, and the worst of his inconveniences were typically remedied before he could decide what to do with the problem in the first place.

When he found himself bumped around out of his slumber by who-knows-what, he grunted about, each one a little louder than the last, squirming about his fresh frustrations.

But, luckily for his sleeping mother, this stopped short in favor of a gooey, toothless yawn soon afterward. To the very best of his capabilities, the steely boy wrinkled up his face and promptly decided he was still too tired for this!