Moonspear the harvest

Enveloped in a deep sleep, young Saviguk, only a day old, dreamed peaceably. Indistinguishable shapes danced behind eyelids far from ready for opening. He grunted softly, his tiny black button of a nose wriggling. One delicate paw, already tipped with fine nails, twitched sporadically while he slept. He found that during the first hours of his life, he preferred being close to all that was around him. There were two sources of warmth, one much greater than the other.

So when that cluster of silver fur that was @Sialuk began squirming about, his blissful nap came to an end. Groaning, a pitifully soft sound, the cinna-bun tried to gravitate towards her. But in the process while the dark boy became animated, he got a little turned around. Unaware that they had a visitor, he scooted his tiny body in the direction of @Alya. Blindly seeking, reaching. Oblivious to the giant black toe he was about to bump into.