Noctisardor Bypass Hush little babies

the boy grew, slowly, steadily, until he had achieved one month of not dying. and yet, he was still tiny; smaller than his siblings, most definitely. perhaps it had something to do with his mother's actions during her pregnancy, perhaps it was only him. no matter the reason, the last-born was small, and quite often listless. the light of the entrance did not call him as it did others his age, nor did he fight his siblings bitterly for access to his mother's dugs. Cyron, for all intents and purposes, was weak. 

that day, however, the boy took an interest in what lay outside the den, and the brightness seemed to beckon,  for the first time in his life. rising, and in his slow, swaying manner, he made his way to the den entrance, completely silent, and eyes wide. he fell once, twice, but each time simply picked himself up and continued onwards.