Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

Being born was awful. Somehow, someway, he’d managed to go from being warm and comfortable—albeit a little bit squished—to having his entire body forced out through a piping tube and plopped into the cold. He didn’t know what type of amusement park this whole life nonsense was supposed to be, but he wanted a refund right away.

Too bad he wouldn’t be getting it, which he seemed to realise as whine after whine spilled out past his lips, nearly creating one long, continuous whine (sorry, ‘rents!).

Eventually, the little chicken settled down long enough to cram a teat into his mouth, which shut him up indefinitely as he started sucking like his name was Candy Apple; maybe life wouldn’t be too bad.