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

Naga. His ears fell, his own muzzle wrinkling with impatient dissatisfaction as she continued to deny him glimpse of their children. Very well. He would wait, but for how long that would take remained an unsettling amount of unknown time. He wanted to meet them, and would, but their newness and squealing and all that came with his position of standing sentinel outside their den kept him on the outside looking in.

"Krakugo?" he asked, recognizing the simple word and knowing enough of his own mind and the language to reply. When? He could wait for a finite amount of time, but he needed some idea as to how long that might be. Would he have to be patient for another day? Two? A week? He didn't know. He wanted to know. Only then would he be content to leave her and satisfy that endless craving for food that clung to her.