Bearclaw Valley should we be dancing with all these madmen?

The world was a cruel, unforgiving place, and Astyanax was very suddenly made all too aware of that fact. In a rude awakening, he is jostled from his endless non-sleep and unceremoniously tossed upon the ground, becoming a dark mound of slicked back fur gasping for breath. He is large for a newborn, though that would come as no surprise given his parents. A great warmth trails along his body and clears his airways, and after taking his first breaths, the boy releases a cry that reveals a set of healthy lungs.

He writhes and squirms as the cold air hits his skin, tiny puppy legs flailing on their own accord. He is oblivious to the brother placed at his side, of the look of indifference their own mother gave them, of the wraith lurking outside. He only wants for warmth, for comfort, and he finds such in the form of a teat nestled in amongst the fur of Ikkalrok's belly. Greedily, the newborn latches on, finally placated as he drinks his fill before falling into a deep sleep beside his sibling.