Kludd blinked and yawned. His mother had been prodding him awake with an excited talon. As he opened his eyes and took in his mother's huge white face, he saw the excitement glimmer in her black eyes.

"What is it?" Kludd asked, stifling another yawn.

His mother ushered him towards a nest of fluffy down, where an egg was rocking violently back and forth. "Your little brother or sister is hatching!"

Kludd forgot about his tiredness and looked eagerly into the nest. A sibling! He thought. He would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. A little while and a whole lot of rocking later, there was a crack that covered nearly the whole egg, and out popped a tiny, wet blob of something that looked entirely... Unowl! However, while Kludd felt repulsed by the thing, he felt a kinship with it.

"A boy!" His mother shreed, flapping her wings in celebration.

"Soren, that's what we should call him," Kludd's father said.

"What do you think, Kludd? Little brother Soren?"

Kludd nodded, watching his little brother. "Little brother Soren," He repeated softly.