Sawtooth Spire What do you call an alligator in a vest?...

His ears pricked, turning towards the wolf as he spoke on what he might expect over the next few weeks and moons. He had a feeling Tonravik would simply "know" when the time was right for such things. Thus far, she was very adamant in knowing what time was right for what thing. As far as he knew, they were both new parents. He had no idea of knowing what was on schedule or not on schedule, but with a wolf like Aariak around, they could figure things out without completely winging it.

"Mmm," he mused, thinking on them. "They're nearly a month now... So what you're saying is I have to wait forever." Heck, getting into the den to actually lay eyes upon his children was something of a painfully long experience. Hopefully the time would move a little more quickly now that he had specific time goals in mind for reference.

He wrinkled his nose at the thought of three or four months before really being able to do anything with them. "I suppose they can be entertained with simple things and quick trips, so to speak." He brought up a good point about Tonravik's overprotectiveness while Iqniq was considerably more lax. He knew the pups were fragile things, but he was confident in their ability to learn and rebound based on the small things they'd encounter over their first few months. Learning hot from cold. Object permanence. The basic sounds that formed language. Simple things that would grow to be bigger things. One step at a time.

"She can't keep her eyes on them all the time, now can she?" he said with a grin. At some point his mate would want to spring free of that den and remember what the world had to offer. Until then he would bide his time and wait for the right moment to present itself. Soon, she'd feel comfortable enough to invite him in. Soon. That was the most intangible, non-descriptive word to describe an unknown but hopefully nearby amount of time. He clung to it.