Dragoncrest Cliffs got a soul so big, we were giants at the start of it

Morning held no meaning for the hungry little boy. Everything was dark, though he could note the change in feeling around him after birth. The wiggling of his siblings caused squeals to fill the den. Swordfish only wanted to sleep and eat. The warmth of his mother was all that mattered. 

Whimpering, the boy nuzzled into the plush fur and began to eat. Swordfish suckled until his stomach was round and firm. He squirmed with no idea of where his movements would wiggle him toward or away from. If luck was on his side, perhaps he could paw his sister in the face to pay her back for stuffing her snout into him and trying to feed on his paw.