Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

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The alpha female tended to her cubs as was necessary. Presently, she tended to @Sitamat, who squirmed beneath a paw as she licked at him, cleansing him of the mess he had made after defecating. She paused mid tongue-swipe as she heard the telling click of nails... and when she heard another, she withdrew from her son entirely, leaving him to wriggle on his back like a turtle. Only after he persistently protested did she nose him upright, but her eyes lingered upon the mouth of the den.

Tonravik shifted. The suckling cubs suckled no more. She lay in a crouched position and gave him the growl he was so used to hearing. Too close. She sniffed at the air. No food, either. Tonravik turned to nudge her children protectively behind her. They had all been sleeping soundly except for Sitamat, but as to what their present condition was she was not yet sure. If he came closer, her growl would turn to snarl and rise in pitch... and when she saw him, the mother bear knew that Iqniq understood what would come.