Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

Tonravik could not discern what it was. So the mother was swift in delivering an end to it in whatever way was necessary so that it would no longer disturb her cubs, regardless of whether or not it was a threat. Anything and everything unapproved of would be treated as such, and whatever that had been was the second victim of her protective nature. She felt her son bump into her paw, and recognized his pace had increased. He was a quick one. Tonravik only stared at him as he cried, thinking of how much she unapproved of that... before she lifted her paw to let him investigate the same space he had moments ago, although without any threat of death and danger nearby having removed the thing totally. Having inspected the space briefly to be sure she was not letting him walk to his early grave, she observed.