Sawtooth Spire Begin Again

Sitamat joined his brothers' gaze as the four cubs each curiously peered at the den's bright entrance with their half-opened eyes. All he could see was a blur of light and the barely distinguishable shapes of his brothers, but he made his way towards them, stopping by Atuaserk and wiggling his tail. Something was amiss, though he wasn't quite sure what and did not realise it was a thing to be proud about. A sound rung out through the air, muffled and soft. It caused Sitamat to release his own yip, though, attempting to join in on the melody Sawtooth Spire had created.