Sawtooth Spire watch the hoodwink

*sneaks in*

Pingasut's yip stirred Sitamat to life, his ears only picking up the loudest of sounds currently. It was muffled, of course, but was enough to wake the boy whose features quickly crumpled into a frown as he dragged his head along the ground, turning to see who had made the noise. His sight was still developing, so all he really saw were two figures obscuring the bright light that flooded in from the den's entrance. They seemed really interested in the ground.

Disgruntled but curious, Sitamat rolled onto his feet and clumsily made his way towards his brothers, his own tail wagging as he inspected the odd shape on the ground. A few seconds passed, before he then leant forward, aiming to collect it within his tiny jaws; was it edible?