Moonspear kikiak ¨

Slowly, instinctively, the young boy scuttled closer to that ever-present source of warmth. Of food. Of comfort. He wanted nothing more than to be near her, huddled up close in her ivory tresses. It was his greatest desire. One that later in life, would morph into a signature quirk. Savi was but days old, but already he was strong. With great effort, he hoisted his head up, which felt far too heavy on his neck, blindly reaching heavenward. One ink clad paw stretched out, as if to signal more, more!