Swiftcurrent Creek Dragonborn

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Soft in his slumber, Nicodem was the picture of newborn innocence. Their eyes would not open for a number of days, still. They had nothing more to fill their newfound time with except sleep and feasting on the milkwarmth of their mother. Even the occasional bumps from one sibling to the next were easily ignored, simply from a lack of understanding.

Those other moving figures were also alive. They also feasted to fill their starving bellies.

Mae’s gaping, pinkgum mouth did not come with a warning. In his endless sea of black, Nico drifted. The air became difficult to pull into his lungs. The feel of tightness around his face became clearer.

Nicodem reached out with a paw and shoved with all the raw force of a freshly unearthed worm.