Sawtooth Spire entire season of savings

Tonravik had slipped away to grab a drink. He'd slunk a little further from the den, contenting himself in the shadows of the trees. His ears turned, tuning in to all the various sounds of the forest. Nothing seemed out of place. The scents were calm and collected. Again. Nothing out of place. All was well with the world and he settled down to rest when he heard the squabbles come from the den.

His ears turned, head lifting from where he lay as he listened to the pups play fight with one another. He still had no idea who was who, but he supposed he'd find out sooner or later. Until then, it sounded like they were play fighting of some kind. He saw flashes of their tumbling near the mouth of the den. Good for them. Sparring at such a young age was sure to develop skills that would last them all a life time.

A smirk spread upon his lips. Time to be a Dad again. "Baaaaaaa!" he screeched, trying to mimic the pitch of the pup. "Raaaaa!" He waited, inching a few paws closer as he still lay some distance away. "Rrrrrrr." What other noises would they make? Could he communicate with pup kind? The world may never know.