Sequoia Coast Crumble like a temple, built from future daughters.

Can be a cameo, and feel free to PP.

His first breath had been cold and metallic, and there was no comfort to be found. He had not been ready! The boy had not crowed even once through the night of his birth, and while he fussed a little bit, he had found the warmth of his mother's belly and slept for long hours; it wasn't until now that hunger woke him, and he did not know what to do about it.

Small noises could be heard within the ice shelter while the child struggled to garner the attention he needed, and he wriggled between the sleeping Wilwarin and his brother Galathilion with all the energy he could muster. It was dwindling, and his weakness would have been apparent if someone had been there to see it.