Swiftcurrent Creek Dragonborn

Hot air was puffed from his mouth. Nicodem had freed himself from her gaping maw.

Mae hadn’t finished with him, though. His face was batted by her movement, drawing a tight grunt from the back of his throat. The cough from her had fallen on deaf ears. They were, perhaps, a touch too young to learn a lesson about putting random objects in their mouths. When she had grown older, when she had opened her eyes to them, it would make sense to learn such things.

Nicodem tried to claw his way to the soft warmth of their mother’s belly. His paws churned without moving him. The inkdrop’s head bobbed, curious and searching. Mae had nearly been forgotten by her brother. When his foot managed to connect with a moving object, he was reminded.