Sawtooth Spire ding, ding, we have a winner

The woman heard no loud, wailing protests. She could sense confusion in the way he moved and tested things out... and faraway, she heard the distant roll of thunder. Instinctively, she grew rigid. Could it be the storm...? Her ears perk forward, waiting to hear howls of warning, or something to that effect. There was nothing... and Tonravik chalked the sounds to a typical thunder storm as opposed to the untamed one that had wrought so much havoc to all of the wilds.

She rest her muzzle on the ground again while her son attempted to adventure over her leg. Her large foreleg was enough to deter him at this point in time from crawling over, and his inability to maneuver the entirety of his body all at once would be his downfall here. So she fretted not over his success, which she presumed impossible... but, she could not help but watch him still, even though she was compelled to close her own eyes.