Sawtooth Spire no color

Malrok could hear, though not in the same way he would one day know. What he heard was muffled, and he ignored much of it because it made no difference to him. His other senses: sight, touch, taste, and smell, were far stronger. The latter of those senses—smell—alerted him to a presence outside the den. Sight was quick to aide him along. The fur looked much like Pingasut's, though the smell told Malrok right away that this was not his brother at all. Not only that, but the sheer size of this red blob was impressive. Just as impressive as his beast of a mother.

Curious, as always, the second-born began to march toward the strange entity. He was intent on getting up close and personal, provided nothing got in the way.