Deepwood Weald Ahead by a Century

Kitimat was born at a most inconvenient time — in the middle of a nap. Or it had been a nap, rather, before his bed was suddenly squeezing him incessantly like an over-freindly python. And then that go sort of soothing after a while, but —

But this? This was not pleasant. He wanted to lodge a complaint. He wanted to speak to Simbelmyne's manager. He wanted —

Oh. He just wanted milk.

All was well.