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

STS. Dad's tempting fate. For any of the puppies and/or @Tonravik.

He sat at the entrance and stared, held back as if suspended by a glass wall or barrier that prevented him from moving forward. It was all mental. It was all a game. That wall didn't exist in anything except his mind and was built off the suspect of proximity due to whether or not Tonravik would growl if he got too close. She'd drawn her line in the sand. Okay lie. He'd drawn it with a paw to serve as a marker so as to remind him just how far he was able to enter before he was greeted by a snarl.

But it was so damn tempting! Those were his kids in there and he wanted to see their squirmy little bodies wiggle and shit. Okay, maybe not that part. He was thankful that role was something she was sparing him from, but still. He could hear them start to mew and it was absolutely killing him that they were hiding in shadow.

He lowered himself to the ground and crept forward. Maybe if he were small enough, quiet enough, and hidden enough, he could catch a glimpse at them.