Ankyra Sound you're my pika girl in the poke world, oh i won the gym badge but you won my heart

@Lycaon

He met each day with a new complaint — partly because he was rapidly developing new sounds and gestures with which to make these new complaints and partly because that was his nature. If his siblings crowded him, he writhed and shoved his paws into their ribs. If they were too far away, he squawked until either he found them, they found him, or his mother arranged them to his liking. If he wanted a teat, and a teat could not be found that instant, he thrashed his gumless jaws at his mother's belly until he captured one, and then punished it by yanking and tugging as much as he suckled. How dare that sentient tit defy him..

Suffice to say, the first born was hard to content and he made that known. He whirred often — as he had the day he was evicted from the womb — in lieu of a developed growl. He whirred even when he suckled, and sometimes when he slept; two times he ought to have been satisfied. Despite his infancy, however, there were a range of tones to his neonatal grumbling. That was to say, while it seemed he was never happy, it did seem that he was capable of different levels of misery. For example, the whirs he serenaded his family with were quietest and softest when he rested snugly, with his siblings and his mother just near enough to warm him but not too near to smother him.

On his seventh morning, Rhakios woke to a new sensation to dislike. Something was pricking, scratching, and tickling along his skin. He jerked his head from side to side and wriggled, but the culprit — some hard shelled beetle — was straddling his spine and well out of his reach. The boy butted into his sleeping siblings, and finding no relief, started to crawl and bumble his way away from them to the empty floor of the den. The beetle and the discomfort remained even as he rolled on to his side and flailed, then it crawled over top of his skull and, to his horror, pitched on his face. This elicited a high-pitched shriek of protest from his small muzzle — yet another new sound for him to voice his upset with.