Sawtooth Spire watch the hoodwink

He gnawed on the leaf, muzzle wrinkling in distaste at the rubbery texture and strange taste. It wasn't at all like what he was accustomed to eating. He wanted to spit it back out, but it had caught on the front of his muzzle, stuck to his wet nose. A beacon for the other wolf pups. Sitamat tried to scoot back to get away from the thing glued to his face, before he saw a bright figure launch itself at him. He stumbled back even further as Pingasut hit his shoulder, colliding into his other sibling who had moved up somewhere behind him.