Moonspear chaadaquudax ✢

Young Saviguk's appetite was growing. He had always loved the sense of fullness the nourishing milk from his mother gave him. But he wondered if it was enough. There was so much more out there for him to feast upon other than liquids, even if he didn't know it yet. His sharp little teeth had more than once accidentally pinched his kind mother and when she objected by reprimanding him, he would look towards her with sorrowful eyes. At her call, he came running. Oversized paws carrying him over the blades of grass and right at her heels. He mouthed a pale hock gently, eyes upturned and ears pricked in rapt curiosity.