Duskfire Glacier while centuries fall apart

The boy who would be Arius arrived with great haste to the world, although from his mother's perspective the time between her first cramp and the boy's arrival was more drawn out; he had no such sense of time or propriety. 

He was eager to stretch out those little arms and legs of his, to crow with the dawn, to taste the flavorful pine air for the first time. Arius was tucked neatly against his mother's side and sat there, as if stunned, for a breath - but soon he began to wriggle and writhe, full and bursting with life, amorphous in his shape until a teat found it's way near his nose. 

A gluttonous chomp of his gummy face, and he began to drink heartily of mother's fat-filled ichor.