Boartusk Heights dupetky

He had been sleeping ever so peacefully. Emphasis on the had.

A swift, painful kick to his stomach tore Vincent from his slumber – and if that wasn't bad enough, he was promptly jostled amongst his siblings as one sister decided she was suddenly hungry and clambered over the others. He roused, tiny face contorted into a look of utter disdain as a single eye cracked open, revealing a tiny sliver of blue. Vague shapes danced before him, and the fledging stared, before turning his head as he heard the faint cries of another sister beside him.

It would take time for the senses to develop fully, but already Vincent was unimpressed with these new happenings. Why was this thing so loud? Clumsily, he moved towards her and – in an effort to return the peace – closed his mouth around her own squealing, pugged muzzle.