Sawtooth Spire squalor

Any family!

He awoke with a vengeance, startling from his long sleep for one reason or another. Despite being unable to see or hear just yet, the first born's head swung left and right, not able to control his movements thus far. In time, he would move with realized purpose but now, his only purpose was to crawl his way over other warm, furry lumps to latch his tiny jaws onto a teat, suckling milk from his mother with every intention to do so until he'd had his fill.