Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

"Nnnnnggg..." Sitamat experimented. The hum in his throat tickled, and the soft droning sounds he made dissolved into a fit of giggles. He had heard his brothers making the same sounds earlier and, while he had been none too eager to move then, he wanted to try now. He was near the rear of the den, turned away from the entrance and facing the back wall as if sulking. He was doing anything but.

"Rrrnnn," he tried again, clenching his tiny teeth together as his throat vibrated. Now that his eyes were almost fully open and his hearing had improved significantly, the last born was growing more and more curious about the world. He turned his head to see if anyone else had stirred and wanted to join in on his noise-making.