Sawtooth Spire no color

He could see their shadowed bodies begin to move about. There was something contenting about knowing Tonravik hadn't rolled over and squished any of them yet. Four boys. Four healthy boys and he had no idea which one of them was feeling adventurous today. He made his sound and watched as one of them drew forward, hoping to catch a glimpse at what rest outside. The tiny pup wandered forward before Tonravik quickly snatched him out of the way and brought him back to the rest of the others.

His mate lay down, huddling so her body was between him at the entrance and the pups who played beyond. Someone was grumpy today. It was evident enough to him that those pups were eager to explore and more than capable at doing so. They didn't need to go far at all to see him and their legs were strong enough to take them there. Soon, he'd have the opportunity to show them their great big world, but until then, their mother-bear was an adamant fun-sucker.

He was not content in this. His pups wished to know of the world and he would educate them properly. Lifting from the mouth of the den, he removed himself long enough to find a lengthy pine branch with a couple of sweeping pine needles dangling from the end. He returned to the entrance, hunkered down, and baited that branch like a fishing pole where he dangled the pine needles over his mate and attempted to coax whoever was on the other side of her into play.