Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

He struggled, his muscles working their hardest yet in his short life. Perhaps being able to see would have helped but as it was, the boy teetered on his small paws, a front one sliding out a bit farther to steady himself. The rocking and shaking motions of his possible fall ceased and everything was right with the world again. His brother's mouth was an aggravation, however, and Atuaserk's paw came up to wave at him, possibly push him off. When he was unsuccessful, he lurched forward, mouth agape to 'attack' him in kind.