Ankyra Sound [m] but i do it for the kids

Cairos' father had come into the world squalling, but Cairos came into the world quiet as a mouse.

Whether this was a sign of sickness in him or a sign of resignation to his ill-begotten fate as a male born in this particular locale, only time would tell. The babe made merely the slightest of peeps when he was cleaned and exposed to the chill, dank air of the grotto. In stark contrast to his relative silence, once he latched, the kneading of his paws to stimulate his mother's flow was furious and powerful. It was some time before the exhaustion of birth finally claimed him.

From his first breath, he was everything his father was not, and quite possibly everything his mother despised.