Sawtooth Spire Why So Serious

His game with his brother was interrupted when their mother howled. Like One, Three was inclined by instinct to howl with them, and he tipped back his narrow head and uttered a soft, drawn out howl of his own, if it could be called a howl. In no time at all after that, new scents and new faces started to arrive.

His brother was quick to charge them, growling and snapping at them as though they were devils crawling out of the brush. The fox, however, took a moment to consider the situation, casting a glance back at his parents. They were relaxed, and he took his cue from them. His tail wagged, and he felt his body tremble with excitement. He yipped excitedly, and as a dark male came in to sniff him, he whined and reared up on his hind legs to lick at his mouth. Perhaps he had a bit of food in his gut to share.