Sawtooth Spire sharks in the swimming pool

Tonravik had expressed explicit concern with, and he quoted, "coyotes, wolverines, and other threats". He hadn't picked up scent nor sound of anything of that sort in the immediate vicinity of the whelping den. His patrolling in that area was extensive. He'd turned over and marked just about every stone with warning of his presence and he did his very best to make it known that he was watching and waiting for anything to test his natural instincts as a new parent.

There were times, however, when he did have to steal away for this, that, or another reason. During those times, he trusted Nanuk to fill in for him. No doubt, her flavor of bitchy was more than filling the vacant space he'd left behind. His ears fell as a thought passed through his mind. Oh dear god. What would their beta teach their children?

He cast the thoughts out of his mind as he spread outward to hunt. "Coyote, wolverine, and other threats," were at the top of his list. If Tonravik was fearful of their presence, he wished to nab one and reassure her they had it all under control. Plus? They'd failed in their hunt this week and it'd be something different. No doubt, she was growing tired of the same snacks over and over.

But first! He had to fuel himself up. Iqniq wandered, roaming across the terrain towards one of their stores. Like a beacon in the shadows of this forest, he found Kanik rifling through them. Good. He'd found them. He was more than welcome to his share.

"Mind if I snag a bite?" he asked, moving closer towards the deposit. Two carcasses. Not a lot, but enough to tide them over if they could all catch enough snacks here and there. His ears dropped with his disappointment in this cache. He knew there was another, but he couldn't help but think he'd been somewhat negligent in tending to this particular task. "Slim pickings, huh?" His gaze slid towards the white wolf. "Wanna help refill them?"