Sawtooth Spire no color

Malrok was unceremoniously yanked backward. It was not the first time he had been prevented from approaching the light of the outside world, but that did not mean that he would quit trying. If the tan and black cub was one thing, it was determined. He scowled his best scowl, then scrambled over Tonravik and headed toward the entrance again. Once more, he was pulled back. This time, he batted a paw at his mother's muzzle, growling as he did so. His attention was drawn away, however, by movement from above.

He screeched as the pine bough dangled overhead. He crouched low to the ground, attempting to avoid its prickly needles. However, upon realizing that they were doing him no harm, the boy began to bat at them with his paw. They jiggled in response, and he looked on in awe. Absently, he attempted to take one of the smaller twigs in his mouth, pulling on it when he had a good enough grasp.