Sawtooth Spire watch the hoodwink

Not one, but two brothers arrived. First was the brighter one, Pingasut. He was the easiest to distinguish from the rest. He had a coat that was distinctly different from Atuaserk, Sitamat, and even Tonravik. Of course, their smells were all different enough that Malrok could figure it out once they got close. Pingasut proceeded to do what he had done, punching the leaf with a tiny paw. This time, though, the leaf did not bounce back into place. Malrok stared at it, waiting.

That didn't last long, though. In no time, a little black blob appeared to sweep away the leaf. Malrok stepped forward, sniffing at the ground where it had once been. Where had it gone? Did it happen because Pingasut touched it? His eyes wandered around the den for a moment before catching a flash of green in Sitamat's jaws. That was it! With next to no thought put into it, Malrok trundled forward, intent on having the leaf for himself.