Gyrfalcon's Keep Ametrine

Though small, Nazair had quite the appetite. He would feast and feast until his belly grew round and fat and then he would roll to his back. His paws would fall, tucked, to his chest. A perfectly rotund baby who had been filled by his mother's milk and the safety of the den she had created for them. It was a peaceful paradise and it had already worked to spoil the boy.

Nazair released a mighty yawn, squeaking his voice as his mouth closed. Though his eyes were still blind, the boy could sense his brother nearby. With all the power he posessed, the boy began to inch to where the warmth was strongest in hopes that he would find @Baldr.