Redtail Rise borne of dragon fire

there is not much discernible difference between awake and asleep; though thursday evening does not remember the time skip between naps while there is undeniably familiarity in the things he feels and an lingering awareness.

it grips him now as he takes in the soft, squishy blob of his sister and the cozy warmth of his mother's flank; a smack of his lips given.

a soft cry of hunger is the only warning that he gives his mother before he latches onto a teat and begins to suckle; hungrily.