Moonspear ignivik ¦

Deep in his milk coma, Saviguk was oblivious that someone else had entered the den. His father. The other half of that which had spawned him. Had sewn his very fabric into existence. Dark sides heaved with gentle breaths, tiny paws planted firmly against the roundness of his dam's tummy. He leaned close, in towards his sister. He would keep her warm, keep her safe while she dreamt. His contentment could only be expressed in the simplest of motions; a faint twitching of his spindly little tail.