Sawtooth Spire Oh, and I tried to guess your middle name

@Thade, Wylla bid, slapping the worn dirt ground outside the den with her forepaws, come play tag with your mom! It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, and the boy needed his energy expended if she had any hope of putting him down for a nap later. It was a good opportunity to take him out on the metaphorical town, too. The pups were old enough that frequent walks were almost a necessity. It also gave them the chance to potentially encounter their packmates, which was always a plus.

She stuck her tongue out into the darkness of the den, waggled it a couple times, then turned and cantered a few feet away in hopes that Thade would chase her.