Hideaway Strath You talk like a man and taste like the sun

One could never snooze long with a nice belly-full of milk, not with the other heartbeats. They very often woke him with their cries or stirring. And when they woke, so did the mother beast. The usual stiffening as a not-quite stranger enters the temple. His scent is familiar, but that does not mean Atka had any intention to rush towards it like his foolhardy brothers. 

More. The brindled pup would grow to be a manipulative and cruel bastard, this was already starting to show. He had an awful habit of kicking out with his paws, striking the tiny bodies beside him in an attempt to claim their wonderful mother's milk all for himself. 

However as they left him, wobbling towards the unknown father in that silly little half-crawl they did, the warmth flooded away with them. In an unexpected turn of events he began to cry for them, already missing the scents of his kin. No. Atka's plump body rounded to follow Alduin's scent, eventually catching up to bump against his elder brother's rump. Enough to kind of say: Why did you leave me?  Of course he was a mere potato and thus could not express his meager thoughts in words. Curses.