Dragoncrest Cliffs Imagination

The arrival of little teeth had meant for a big problem.

Previously unbothered by anything but even the slightest hunger, Loko had become an implacable grouch. He grumbled at his siblings. He menaced his mother's teats with plucks and bites—as well as any nearby ears and paws. Not even his own was safe. That morning, as his father arrived, he was gnawing and drooling over his wrist as he sat groaning and gurgling at the ache he could not quell.

Fixated on his troublesome jaws, Loko seemed not to notice Njord until he snuffed up the pungent odor that Njord had brought along with him. Unlike his more mindful sisters, the pup spared no time for thought as he quick-stalked forward to make a rude and heedless lunge for the kelp.

It didn't matter to him what it exactly it was besides something new to mouth and chew.