Nova Peak must gnaw

It was unfortunate for the boy that his father knew nothing about the art of remedies and herbs. Paarthurnax had been their best healer, and she was long gone now – a thought that still hurt him to this day. Swift was tenacious at best, and the pale boy would spit the bark from his mouth, his ears splayed back and his mouth in a taut line.
 
Scimitar’s eyes were stern as they remained upon the youth, and as if the previous moments forgotten, Swift attempted to lift up and reach his face, though falling to his side in the process. The cinnamon wolf bent his muzzle down, nosing the boy with affection – all previous discipline fading.
 
As Swift seemingly settled, Scimitar followed his mate’s sage advice, and with another nudge, the Alpha sidestepped then, his muzzle nodding to the outdoors from the den entrance. “Why don’t you come out now, smallteeth,” he rumbled with arched brows, hoping their exuberant child understood the difference between being allowed outside of the den versus not.