Gyrfalcon's Keep Ametrine

There was a flowering of triumph in Nazair's belly the moment his nose found purchase in Baldr's plump frame. The hairs of his snout captured some of his twin's movement, assuring him that he had found his target.

Nazair, while remarkably attached to his lookalike, found the temptation of milk was enough force to divert his path. One wobbly leg stretched out and prodded into his brother, pushing Nazair toward the tuft of fur at their mother's belly. His nose guided him well enough. The only issue was the churning of his hind legs. They were sure to disturb Baldr in his peaceful state.